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ciaossu-imagines · 8 months ago

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hiii! nix here! i saw that you opened your ask box, but i don’t have any requests just yet, so i thought i’d just chat with you instead. i did mention before how your match-up made me consider self-shipping (and you’re so great at promoting it, too). since you are sho-chan and i’s biggest shipper so far, i’ve decided to share some of the self-shipping headcanons i’ve come up with over time, just to supplement the headcanons you did for me. feel free to ignore this if you find this tedious, but here they are:

i’m actually a night owl, so there might have been some misinterpretations of a piece of information i previously gave you (which is totally fine!). whenever i go out with my friends at night, i tend to head home early, but then i spend the rest of the night lying in bed, glued to my phone, until it’s 3 or 4 a.m.—or until the sun starts to rise. like shoichi, i can get myself up early if i have to, so i’m used to getting only 2 to 4 hours of sleep whenever i have morning classes. not gonna lie, i’m a little scared that it will eventually take a toll on my body. shoichi’s also concerned about that, but i suppose he doesn’t have much room to comment since he’s also a night person himself 🤣 we’re both the same in a way that we find joy in the peacefulness of doing our own things while everyone else in the world is asleep.

my mom can basically whip up anything in the kitchen, and i wouldn’t trade her homemade dishes for any restaurant food. i could see her letting shoichi try most of her culinary creations, and she’d always invite him to any of our family occasions where her food was served. on the other hand, my dad is also a huge guitar enthusiast, so i can envision him and shoichi finding common ground and enjoying conversations, despite being quite different in many other aspects.

shoichi doesn’t really hang out with my two best friends. sure, they do get along well, and my friends have a high regard for him—after all, they know sho-chan fits my ideal type and support him as my boyfriend. however, whenever i’m with them, shoichi understands that i need my time with my girls. he wouldn’t be bothering me at all or demanding my attention, but i still make sure to let him know where i’d be and what i’d be up to with my friends so that he wouldn’t get worried.

i’m quite a picky eater (i don’t know why i forgot to mention that), so whenever sho-chan and i go out to eat, i’ll mostly end up passing the stuff i don’t like (e.g., pickles, tomatoes, eggs) from my food to his plate, and i think that’s something he’s gonna put up with for the rest of his life. sorry, sho-chan.

whenever i’m being introduced to a new board game, i struggle to pay attention during the instructions part (and those board games that involve using strategy? god, i’m so dumb at them!). you mentioned sho-chan being into dungeons & dragons, but i had no idea about the game itself, so when i looked it up on the internet and saw some pictures, i immediately thought, “oh my god, that looks complicated.” 🤣 but for shoichi, i’ll definitely give it a try. i hope he doesn’t mind me looking at him with bedroom eyes while he’s explaining the rules because he’s just so nerdy and enthusiastic about it that i find it cute 🙈

i tend to suffer from hyperacidity, which is triggered when i skip meals or indulge too much in carbonated drinks. it’s quite a hassle, but i never seem to learn my lesson. i could be stubborn as hell, so shoichi sometimes scolds me if he catches me holding my second can of cola. that’s also the reason why he brings travel-size tums in his bag whenever he’s with me because he knows it’s my lifeline sdfhjksdafk

my college course sometimes requires us to perform return demonstrations for specific medical procedures—for example, intramuscular injections, inserting intravenous lines, and such—and shoichi lets me practice on him for those because my brothers flat-out refused (those poor things chose to miss out on the opportunity of becoming my lab rats ☹️). sho-chan does his best to play the role of a patient, even though he’s so awkward and tense, and we often end up stealing kisses from each other in the middle of it. but i’m truly grateful to him. one day, if things go well for me, he’ll be one of the reasons i make it through this hell of a degree (especially since i’ll be graduating next year, and nothing could make me happier).

of course, it goes without saying i’ll do my best to support him with his studies if he requires my help, even if my knowledge is mostly limited to general or medical-related topics rather than those specific to his courses.

i can see sho-chan being roped into my hobbies. occasionally, in the dead of night, i have this thing of trying on some not-so-modest dresses from my closet that i’d probably never wear out and playing around with makeup just to snap a few photos before wiping it all off. shoichi, albeit reluctantly, becomes my makeup practice dummy (he's only cooperative when i promise not to share his photos with akiko). i’m a woman of my word, of course 😉

i actually got my driver’s license last month, so i’m looking forward to having road trips with him as we sing our hearts out to our favorite songs, and then maybe we could hit the beach or go on a camping trip. i see it as a brief escape from our academic obligations for even just a couple of days.

i’m sorry that it’s long, and thanks for taking the time to read it 🧸🧁⭐️

Yay! Hey Nix! It’s always such a treat to see you in the ask box and thank you for stopping by to chat with me 😊 It makes me really happy and I’m so glad that you’ve been having fun with the self-shipping. It’s really flattering that you think I’m great at promoting it too; I really do try hard to promote anything considered too ‘cringe’ in fandom, since I really feel very passionate about fandom being a safe place where you can be happy doing whatever, without having to worry about whether you’re being ‘cool’ enough to fit into the fandom spaces or if you’ll be teased for this or that. ‘Cringe’ is dead to me, as is gatekeeping or anything else that actively keeps people from fully enjoying something that is meant to be relaxing and fun for everyone. I definitely was so happy to read these to because I am for sure such a fan of this ship! I love all of my reader’s ship, but you and Sho-chan? Just perfect together! These weren’t tedious at all!

I love the idea of you and Shoichi both being night hours and him being worried about you not sleeping enough, but not being able to say anything because like…he’s the same. I can see late night texts to each other definitely being a thing between the two of you, haha, though Mama Bear on this side encourages both of you to get some sleep! Sleep is essential (this is definitely a do as I say, not as I do, but my Zopiclone got taken away because it interferes with another of my pills and that was the only surefire thing that helped my insomnia) and you both deserve it! Though I definitely relate to feeling at peace because the rest of the world is off and sleeping so everything’s quiet and lovely and you get to feel like you’re the only one in the world for a little bit so like, that sentence very much resonated with me.

Your mom is amazing to me, honestly! So much kudos to her because I am not the best chef and I think Shoichi would love getting all that homecooked food. While he loves his mom, cooking was never her real strong suit, so your mom might actually succeed in fattening up a bit. Despite you saying they’re really different in a lot of aspects, I can definitely see him and your dad bonding over guitars and music and general and Shoichi makes friends with your dad, for sure! He might actually really look forward to visiting your home (of course because he loves you and every chance to spend time with you is precious to him) but also just to talk to and chill with your dad! I also fully agree that Sho gives you all the space you need to hang out with your friends and I can see him hanging out with the friends that you’re not really super-close to and you being the same with him. He really would appreciate the fact that you even think to let him know where you are and what you’re up to though, just so he doesn’t worry about you.

Sho would actually be super into the fact that you try so hard to learn D&D for him but he’s quick to realize that you have trouble with the really complicated rules of the game, so I think he convinces the group he plays with (him, Spanner, Gokudera, Byakuran, Chikusa, Haru, Longchamp, Fran, Reborn, and sometimes Dino) to run a one-night more simple, one page tabletop rpg campaign that will be a lot easier for you. I’m thinking something like Himbo Treasure Hunt or something silly and fun like that. (Also, yeah, D&D can definitely be complicated, especially depending on how strict your DM is about all the rules and such…the only game I’ve met that was worse in terms of all the rules you have to learn and all the things you have to keep track of was Magic: The Gathering).

Sho not only carries travel-sized Tums with him everywhere, but when your hyperacidity acts up really bad, I think he eventually starts sharing his stomach pills with you because I definitely believe that boy has stomach pills and definitely has a bleeding ulcer by the time Choice rolls around in the future arc. Note because I work in pharmaceuticals and feel it must be said– please don’t share your prescriptions with people. He’s also more than happy to eat all the food you don’t like for you, especially the eggs. (Side note but you don’t know how happy it made me to learn someone else out there hates eggs too because I get treated like a freak for hating them.) Him being treated as your patient for your demonstrations…that he had to get used to at first but he’s so happy to be able to do something to support you and he’s getting paid in kisses, so he actually might feel like he’s winning there. Same with being used as a guinea pig for you playing around with make-up. He gets to see you in those not so modest dresses after all, so who’s really winning there? Him. He feels it’s definitely him, though please never, ever share those photos, the poor boy would die!

Aww, I just honestly loved everything you typed and shared and just, it put a huge smile on my face so thanks again for sharing!!

#i ship this so hard #sho/nix #ah you don't know how happy my friend's self-ships make me #thank you so much

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corpsedaydream · 4 years ago

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I just like the concept of the reader going on and on about something and him with his head in his palms, total heart eyes "listing" to the one sided conversation

i think by some of the things i’ve written before we all know this is a trope i loooooooove lets do it

edit before posting: this has lowkey become one of my favourite things i’ve written on this account! omg i am rly proud of it and i hope u guys like it too 🥺🥺🥺 pls let me know what u think of it!

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carrots

so maybe you were a little bit of a picky eater. but you’d never be caught admitting to that, to yourself, or to anyone. when someone happened to bring it up, you would just say something along the lines of that, you were just peculiar about what you ate.

you still remember the first moment corpse had said something about it.

"you’re picky, aren’t you?” he’d asked and your eyes snapped up. he’d been watching and listening to you closely as your eyes scanned the menu. the first time he’d been witness to it. you had been babbling out loud about what sounded best to you, but then you would also mention things you would want to switch out and add in to make it even better. you were moreso talking to yourself, but corpse had been so zoned in on you. things between the both you were still so recent, he was still learning you and he liked to pay attention.

“i’m what?” you sounded offended. and corpse had to try really hard not to crack a smirk.

“you’re a little picky, right?” he also tried keeping his tone from becoming too teasing, yet.

“no.” your response was very quick, you were on the defence. and he couldn’t help but to smile then. he knew he was right.

“there’s nothing wrong if you are, i’m just wondering.”

“well stop wondering and figure out what you’re ordering and not worry about what i’m getting.” you were a little hangry at this point, too. another fact corpse had come to learn about you. if you didn’t eat when you announced you were hungry, it would only be a short amount of time until that hangry monster in you emerged.

“i already know what i’m getting.” he counteracted.

“well, good.”

“because i’m not picky.” he couldn’t help himself but to tease you.

“i’m not picky! i just like what i like.”

ever since then, whenever the two of you had found yourselves in a situation where it involved reading a menu, he loved to watch you do it. you always took a lot longer than corpse to order, but he never minded. each time, you studied it like you were studying for an important exam and you would mumble audibly, lost in a quiet conversation between you and yourself. and how he loved to listen in, like it was exclusive information and corpse was a fly on the wall. he had made a habit of deciding on his food very quickly so he could give you his full attention for these moments.

still to this day, you weren’t aware he did this. you would be so caught up in reading the menu, figuring out how you were going to satisfy your picky eating habits that you’d never looked up to find your boyfriend looking so lovingly at you.

he then, would even love to see how you interacted with the staff when you did finally make up your mind and were ready to order. you always spoke to everyone as if they were a friend you hadn’t seen in a while. you were like no one else, so warm, so bright, so inviting. in world where social interaction could be so awkward, you thrived instead. you’d smile and make jokes, you were a social butterfly. sometimes, though, he’d catch himself feeling slightly jealous if the person working was getting a little too caught up in your words and getting a little too lost in your eyes. your words were for him to get caught up in, a soundtrack he’d play over and over if he could. and your eyes were for him to peer into, for him to wonder if the brain inside your head was made of something different to make you this enchanting.

but then you’d always look back to corpse and you’d give him a smile that was reserved for only him. a smile that no one else was lucky enough to witness. it was a smile that was made out of the genuine love you felt only for him. one that said, it’s okay, i’m with you, i’m yours. and he’d feel better. how could he not when that sunshine you radiated made it’s way into him and made him feel brighter.

"what’d you decide on?” he always asked you this. even though he’d just heard your thoughts leading up to your final decision. but he still liked to hear you answer him at a normal level, when you were actually engaging in conversation with him and he wasn’t just overhearing your spoken thoughts with yourself.

he wasn’t often surprised when you told him of your order, because of how much he already had listened to you. but tonight you did say something that surprised him.

“it comes with cooked carrots, but i just won’t eat them.”

“you love carrots?” he questioned, because he thought he was so sure of this. it was often a snack you had some days during sometime in the mid afternoon to tie you over until dinner. and you wouldn’t just eat one either, you’d eat about three or four. in fact, there’d been multiple times he’d told you if you ate that many carrots you wouldn’t be hungry for dinner.

“i do, but only fresh.” you answered him. “i hate cooked carrots.”

“are they not the same-”

“no!” immediately you cut him off, and instantly he was entertained. he knew right away this was going to turn into you going off on a tangent. you often would get oh so passionate about topics that didn’t require any actual level of passion, but oh how he loved to sit and listen when your words ran off with your fire fuelled personality.

you continued on, “don’t even finish that sentence! they are not the same thing at all.”

corpse remained silent, instead, he moved to place his elbows on the top of the table to rest his head in his hand, to really show he was paying attention. this was for both you and him, he knew your love language was quality time and that meant you wanting undivided attention and for him, he was too excited to learn this new found information about you.

“first of all, i would like to know who was the first person who even decided to cook a carrot.” and so you began. “they’re literally perfect with how they are already.” you took a deep breath in and corpse had to fight off a laugh. “they’re the perfect amount of crunch, the perfect amount of fresh, the perfect shape to hold as you eat it, the perfect size to go in your mouth, it’s always satisfying to chomp through a carrot.” you were talking with your hands, lifting a finger each time you mentioned something you loved about carrots. then you paused, holding your hand up to signal you were going to continue after you took a quick sip of water.

apparently you really meant business about carrots. and as he watched you drink the water, he wondered how on earth could he have missed this breaking update that you didn’t like cooked carrots? he wondered why he hadn’t picked up on it during all of his time of watching you read through menus.

“like, who ate a carrot in its natural and best form and thought, this is so great, i love carrots, now i’m going to try and ruin it!”

“ruin it?”

“yes, ruin it, corpse!”

“i don’t think they intended to ruin it.”

“well they did! and for what?” you questioned out loud, but corpse knew it wasn’t for him to answer, you were questioning the universe. “what was the point of ruining carrots? a food that was already so perfect, it’s so dumb.”

for a second, he thought you might have finished right there, but you didn’t.

“and the fact that it gets cooked in so many different ways? like, stop! no one asked you to do that.” you huffed, and he smiled. you were talking about carrots of all things, but he was going to listen to every word you said. “like, find me one person who prefers cooked carrots over normal carrots? you can’t!”

“i bet i could.” corpse only said this to will you on further.

“no you couldn’t!” how easily you argued against his words and he did laugh that time, but you still weren’t finished talking about carrots. “and if you ever do, you better run for your life because that person would be a serial killer.”

he continued to laugh and you knew you were being overdramatic, but you had accepted a long time ago, that, that was a very definitive part of your personality. it was a part of you that corpse had come to adore when it came out like this.

“carrots are perfect, like, truly an ideal food. and i will never forgive whoever was the first person who ever cooked a carrot.”

“what if it was me?” he couldn’t help but to say, his tone a little teasing.

and there it was that again, that smile of yours. “maybe i’d consider, but it would be a hard battle to win me over.”

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nishisun · 4 years ago

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best part ☁️/ 002. first breakfast together

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Kuroo places his phone on the side next to him and stretches his arms a bit, noticing that your head is placed softly in his chest. She’d kill me if she woke up like this right now.

He can’t help but stare at your sleeping figure, admiring the way you’re sleeping so peacefully. His arms are placed awkwardly by his sides on the bed, scared that you may wake up if he places any arms around you. He doesn’t want this moment to end.

He knows he’s the reason why you two aren’t together and yes, he does regret it. He regrets it so much. He’s never one to do something so impulsive but with the way things ended for the both of you, he’s just grateful you’re even talking to him again. Lord knows he wouldn’t be as kind as you have been with him.

He wants this moment to last forever.

But, the truth hurts, and so does reality because when he feels you shift, his heart nearly stops.

Not only do you shift, you’re awake now, barely awake until you look around and realize you were sleeping on Kuroo. You look up at him and he already knows he’s a dead man.

You’re glaring at him now, he’s trying to muster up the courage to even explain himself because your death stare has that much of an effect.

“You pervert!” you nearly screech.

“I woke up and this is how you were! I didn’t want to bother you. I know you had a long day yesterday!” Kuroo raises both of his hands up in defensive, and you roll your eyes at him before rolling to the side of the bed so you were finally off of him and laying down facing his opposite direction.

“Okay.”

“Okay? You’re not mad..?”

“What time is it?”you ask, still facing the opposite direction. He glances at you before reaching for his phone to check the time.

“It’s 7:04”

“Perfect. I need to make Takeru breakfast before he wakes up.”

“Why does he eat so early?”

“Kuroo, what does that even mean?”

“Smells good in here,” Kuroo walks in the kitchen, a towel draped on his shoulders with slightly damp hair caused from sweat. He walks over and hugs you behind the waist, it would’ve been a romantic gesture if you were actually together, but you’re not, and you nearly screech at him.

“My God, go take a bath.” you mutter, he doesn’t ignore the way your cheeks are turning into a bright shade of pink. “Where’d you go anyway?”

“I see you’re still acting cold towards me.” You glare at him, and he raises his hands up before laughing. “I’m kidding, I went for a run.” He shrugs, grabbing a piece a banana. “You live in a pretty nice neighborhood, so that’s good for the kid.”

“What do you even know about kids?” you scoff.

“To be honest, absolutely nothing. I know they need food and shelter. And clothing too, I guess.” he looks over at you and notices you’re scrambling eggs and he admires how you look so concentrated even when doing the simplest task. “But I wanna learn more about kids, more about Takeru. He seems like a nice kid.”

“Oh, he is. I raised him right.”

“I mean, of course. It is you we’re talking about.” He agrees, he doesn’t even know how much of an effect that had on you. “While I was running this one lady stopped me and asked for a photo so she could send it to her son.”

“I always forget you’re famous.” you huff a laugh as you continue to fry the eggs.

“Well, not famous, just rich.” you roll your eyes, “To others, I’m a young and successful CEO, but to you and friends and family, I’m just regular Tetsuro.” He takes a bite into his banana. “Remember that one time in college, when we planned on majoring in the same subject just so we could have the same job?” You immediately chuckle, remembering the event.

“We were so naive.” It’s Kuroo’s turn to chuckle, he looks over to you and grins when he sees you smiling to yourself. It’s the first time in a while he’s seen you even let out a laugh in front of him. You usually keep to yourself. “Things were different, back then.”

“They were,” He crosses his arms with the banana still in his hand. “Hey, what do you do now, by the way?”

“Well, I’m a finance manager for a museum. I just file reports and long-term financial goals and other stuff.”

“Holy shit, that’s amazing, Y/N! Heard they pay really well.” He sounds so genuine, you can’t even look him in the eye.

“Yeah, it’s nothing really.” You shrug off, but you can’t help the way your heart swells. He’s always been so supportive.

“Are you kidding me? That’s literally like boss girl shit. You’re literally bad ass.” You laugh at the nickname and he joins in with you. You look up at him and smile again, about to thank him until you hear a small pair of footsteps walking down the halls.

It was Takeru, he was rubbing both of his eyes while walking, which was blocking his vision, He’s just about to run into a box, thankfully Kuroo swiftly picks him up and places him in his feeding chair.

“Woah there, bud! You gotta be more careful, okay?” The boy nods shyly, still very unfamiliar with Kuroo. Kuroo grins at the toddler brightly and Takeru smiles back and you could’ve sworn right then and there your heart melted. You turn your head quickly, acting as if you didn’t just witness the scene that has just made you soft.

This man is going to be the death of you. It’s been less than a day and you’re already softening to him.

“Good morning, baby. How was your night?” You coo, walking towards your son with his plate of scrambled eggs and toast with sliced apples on the side. You had cut up the bread into small pieces and didn’t put any spread on it because Takeru is a picky eater.

“Good!” He nods aggressively, rubbing his hands together in excitement. “Thanks for the food, mama!”

“You’re welcome, honey.” you give him a quick peck on the cheek. You turn to Kuroo, who’s gives you a smile and you smile back. “I made pancakes and kept them in the oven so they’d be warm.”

“Why oven?” he laughs and you playfully hit him on his chest.

“Because, Kuroo. I read it somewhere. And,” you open the oven lifting the pan from the oven to reveal the pancakes, which were still steaming hot. “It obviously worked.”

“I’m impressed, you used to suck at cooking.”

Now all settled at the dining table, it’s quiet, Takeru speaks up every now and then to ask you a question to which you reply to and it’s as if he’s completely ignoring Kuroo’s presence. Kuroo has already texted you, asking why Takeru wasn’t asking Kuroo any questions and you simply explained that he’ll come around since he’s a shy kid.

“You should come stay at my place. The both of you.” He says suddenly, you nearly choke on your food, shaking your head in disapproval before Kuroo interrupts you. “Wait, let me explain.”

“I’m listening.”

“I feel like it would be more convenient, you know? You have to drive an hour to your job, which is literally like a 10 minute drive from mine, I’m literally always home, so I could watch Takeru, so it would be son and father bond—“

You cut him off with a loud cough, and motion your head towards Takeru, who cocks his head to the side and Kuroo silently apologizes.

“I need to be there when you’re with him.” you state, taking a bite of your eggs.

“Why?”

“Do you trust yourself with kids?”

He opens he mouth to say something, but then closes it.

“Exactly.”

“So.. You’re gonna move in?”

“Can you not word it like that.. and no, That’s too fast. Not to mention, it’s weird. I work at home aswell, Kuroo. I only go for meetings once or twice a week, so it just doesn’t make sense.”

“Okay,” He swallows the food in his mouth “Who babysits Takeru?

“Kenma, when he can. It’s either that or I hire a babysitter.”

“A babysitter? You don’t have like.. one who’s long-term?”

You glance at Takeru for a brief second and then sigh “No, there’s not many of those types of babysitters near us.” you mutter.

“Perfect! See? Another reason why you should just move in. It’s nothing more than two parents co-parenting.”

“Kuroo, I understand your intentions, but it’s just not going to work.. I can’t.” you sigh once again and Takeru looks up at you with concern and you smile reassuringly at him. “That’s too much..”

“Well, I don’t see what the problem is here.”

“This,” You motioned your hands between you and Kuroo “This is the problem. I’ve been taking care of Takeru by myself, and I’m not saying I don’t want you guys to have a bond, but it’s not a smart idea for me and Takeru to practically move in with you. I honestly don’t feel comfortable doing that. Besides, I love it here. I worked hard for this house.”

“Right, I’m sorry.” Kuroo looks at you in awe before giving you a small nod.

“It’s fine, I know you just want to get closer with him, but it’s gonna take time. We can’t rush things. So let’s take things slow between the two of you, okay?”

“Okay.”

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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You’re A Picky Eater ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

His eyes watched you closely as you brought the spoon up to your lips, slurping quietly as you tried the sauce that Jin had made. “If you don’t like it, don’t pretend you do.”

You paused for a few moments, trying to savour the taste. “No, I do like it, a lot actually. Did you put less pepper in?”

His head nodded, pleased that you tried it. “I remembered how much you hated it last time with so much pepper so I tried to put less in to see if it would be the same.”

“It seems you’ve finally perfected the recipe to my taste.”

“It took many attempts, but we’ve finally got there.”

Your head rested against his shoulder, “thank you for being so patient with me. I promise I’ll like the meal this time around.”

“I hope you do too,” he chuckled, “it’s never taken me this long to manage to be able to get the perfect recipe before.”

“I can’t help but being so fussy.”

“I know you can’t, don’t worry.”

Yoongi:

You’d pushed the food around your plate for most of the meal, capturing Yoongi’s attention throughout it. “If you don’t like it, I’m not going to force you to eat anything.”

You glanced across at him, smiling weakly. “You put a lot of effort into this, it would be rude of me not to eat it at least.”

His head shook, moving the plate from you. “I knew that it would be a risk to see if you liked this, I’m not upset that you dislike it. I really don’t mind.”

“Just let me try and finish it, for you, and all your effort.”

“I don’t want you to eat something you dislike.”

You huffed, as Yoongi discarded of the food that you’d left on your plate. “I’m sorry that I didn’t like it, I really wish I did.”

“It’s not the end of the world,” he assured you, “I just know not to give this a go with you again. It’s all about learning.”

“I do like some foods, I promise.”

“I know you do, don’t stress.”

Hoseok:

As soon as you saw Hobi at your front door, your smile grew, even more so, when he held up a bag of takeout. “I remembered your usual order; everything is here that you like.”

You stepped aside, as the smell of the food hit you. “How did you remember what I like? Do you realise how specific my order is?”

He nodded, walking into your living room. “I wrote it down on my phone the last time that we ordered so that I’d be able to remember. I made sure that everything is perfect.”

“I can’t believe you actually did that, just for me.”

“I know how you like your food, I can appreciate that.”

Your eyes glanced across at him, “you can just tell me I’m a picky eater, you don’t have to try and protect me.”

“It’s a better way of looking at it,” he smiled, passing you your meal. “There’s nothing wrong with liking things a certain way.”

“You make it sound like it’s alright.”

“That’s because it is that, it’s alright.”

Namjoon:

He could feel your eyes watching him as he returned to the table, studying all the things that he picked out. “How do you like all of that? Is there not a single food you dislike?”

Namjoon chuckled lightly, “of course, there are a few foods that I dislike, but not many, I love most foods really.”

You hummed back at him, “I wish I could be a bit more like that sometimes. There’s so many flavours that I probably miss out on that I’ve never even given a try.”

“There’s nothing wrong with how you eat right now.”

“But it’s so little in comparison to what you eat Joon.”

His shoulders shrugged as he began to tuck in, “people like and dislike different things, you could try this and hate it.”

“I probably would,” you smiled, turning your nose up as he cut through a piece of meat. “Is that really something you like.”

“You can try it if you really want to.”

“I think I’ll give that a pass.”

Jimin:

You watched on as Jimin piled his plate up high from the buffet, whilst yours barely covered a quarter of the plate. “Are you absolutely sure there’s nothing else you want?”

You nodded back at him, shielding your plate from the rest of the staff. “I thought there would have been more.”

Jimin’s eyebrows raised questionably at you, “you should have got more of the things that you like. You can’t go through the day just eating what you’ve got on your plate there.”

“There’s other people who I have to think about as well.”

“People who eat a lot more than you do Y/N.”

Your head nodded at the tone of his voice, “I’ll go back once everyone has eaten. I won’t just eat this, I promise.”

“I know the choice isn’t really what you enjoy,” he sighed, “but you still have to eat enough to keep yourself healthy.”

“I will eat enough, I promise.”

“Good, don’t worry about anyone else.”

Taehyung:

You held out the fork for Taehyung to take a mouthful, watching closely as he tried your meal. “I think you’ll like it; it tastes just like the pasta that your mum makes.”

You nodded, cautiously taking a mouthful, as your head nodded. “Yeah, I can eat this. It does taste a bit like mums.”

He watched in relief that you’d found a meal that you liked on the menu. “If I knew how nice that was, I would have ordered it too, it’s delicious.”

“You were banking on me not liking it, weren’t you?”

“Well, if you disliked it. I wouldn’t let it go to rest.”

Your head shook at the smirk on his face, “I don’t get you to try my meals just in case you want them for yourself.”

“I know,” he sniggered, “but it’s one of the perks of finding something you dislike. I get to eat it instead of you.”

“You really are impossible sometimes.”

“I prefer to think of it as practical.”

Jungkook:

Tears streamed down your face as you tried to drink away the spicy sensation that tingled down your throat. “You told me this wasn’t even spicy, why would you lie to me?”

Jungkook struggled to hold back his laughter, “it’s not that spicy, well, at least to me. Just keep drinking the milk Y/N.”

You let go of a groan, fanning around your mouth. “You know how particular I am about spicy things, that’s the worst thing I think I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

“Surely there has to be something worse that you’ve had.”

“Nothing has threatened to blow my head off quite like this has.”

His head shook, letting go of a quiet chuckle. “It won’t take long for the taste to disappear, just keep doing as I say.”

“The last time I did as you said, I ate something ridiculously spicy,” you pointed out, “why should I listen to you now?”

“Just trust me this time, you’ll be alright.”

“You better run if I’m not.”

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turtle-steverogers · 3 years ago

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she is very long so. enjoy😌

- Steve n Bucky going to the bodega down the street from their apartment. it’s open till like 4am and they go at all hours. sometimes they’ll go separately but they always go together when they go in between 12-4 am and no one who works there questions why

- they get a cat that they treat her like their child. it’s Alpine ofc😌 steve loves her so much but he knows it’s Bucky’s Cat and he’s fine with it

- you know how some siblings or partners or friends can communicate with their eyes and basically have telepathy? they totally have that and it annoys the shit out of every single person they meetjdksndks. someone will be talking to them and they will just make eye contact with each other bc it reminded them of an earlier convo they had or they both got annoyed by the other person or it reminds them of an inside joke or something and it just irritates EVERYONE. no one is able to intercept it and it’s just a thing that no matter what - even though they don’t mean to - you’ll feel a little left out when you’re with steveandbucky. it just comes with the gig. i like to imagine that depending on if it’s an au or not, its either really obvious or not. like in an au then yes it’s obvious they can have non verbal conversations, but if it’s not an au then it’s not entirely obvious bc they’re enhanced humans and they know how to hide their secret conversations. but everyone they talk to is essentially an enhanced human or has special abilities so it’s obvious to them and they catch them in the act LOL. if they’re interacting with regular people then it’s not very obvious though

- DATE NIGHT!!! yes they’re old yes they have date night. when they go out it’s usually to places in their neighborhood, but a lot of the time they like to stay in bc. they’re old men <3 steve is better at cooking and bucky is better at baking bc you can get creative with cooking and steve likes that more. he enjoys baking a lot too but he thinks bucky’s stuff tastes better. whenever they stay home though there’s ALWAYS a movie. always. they alternate choosing but there is always a movie to watch. bucky usually falls asleep nearing the end and steve plays with his hair😌 he rolls his eyes cause it happens every time but he actually likes when it happens bc he can braid strands of hair together

- pet names oh my god. so many pet names. every single one. mainly from bucky. steve uses them but maybe like two. he favors sweetie and buck and that’s it really. sometimes he uses hon. bucky though oh my god. every single pet name under the sun. so many variations of doll you wouldn’t believe - baby doll ofc, dolly, stevie doll. sweetheart. sweetness. blondie. pretty boy. hot stuff. stevie. baby. hon. honey. sunshine. angel. it’s just so many. and it’s like very sickening insane twisted etc but hot at the same time. most people are like jeez barnes do you ever shut up… but most of these people secretly think it’s a little hot theyre thinking damn where is that affection for me…. i need me a bucky barnes :| steve is the only smitten kitten outwardly even if he huffs and puffs sometimes but it’s obvious he enjoys it. like they are so annoyingjdkssn for real they aren’t a pda couple really but the petnames….. so many. so so so many it’s sickeningly sweet but bucky dgaf! steve is his sweetheart his dolly his baby his angel so he’s going to call him these things!

- steve knows his body is what is considered “perfect” but he still is insecure about it around most people and bucky knows this so when steve lounges at home in bucky’s boxer briefs and his own tee shirt or he kicks off his pants when he’s too hot at night in bed bucky is reminded of just how much steve loves him and feels comfortable around him which is something he always strives for - to make steve comfortable. not baby him because steve bitches at anyone that does that to him but to make him feel comfortable

- and on the subject of feeling comfortable i imagine that they always check in with one another but it’s very subconscious they hardly realize they do it. like steve will bitch at bucky to pick up his shoes from their doorway or to clean his hair from the shower drain but the next second he will ask him if his back still hurts from being kicked by sam and from where steve AND alpine scratched him (in very different ways)

- steve is the sweater husband and bucky is the sweatshirt husband. they trade off a lot but that’s just how their closets look

- steve takes a liking to crop tops 😌 but ONLY around the house bc again he’s really truly only comfortable around bucky. he wears em with boxer briefs or sweatpants but you can guarantee that the briefs and sweats usually just end up on the floor 9 out of 10 times

- hair ties everywhere. they can be found on the floor in the laundry in their bed in the couch on top of the fridge on their fire escape. they are literally everywhere. steve just picks them up and puts them in the bathroom but they always make their way back. he doesn’t say anything to bucky until he finds alpine chewing one and she ends up smacking herself in the face with the hairtie

- their fridge is always full with leftovers and food from sam or clint’s or whoever’s house or takeout. they always eat it all but they get and make a lot of food so the fridge is always full

- subconsciously bucky always has a hand on the back of steve’s neck. like it’s not ENTIRELY a possessive thing but he used to do it a lot when steve was small because it was easy and it was comfortable. for him and just for him and steve. it was like swinging an arm around steve’s shoulders or putting a hand on his shoulder. it was just natural and easy so he did it. a part of him back then prewar did it possessively too, but he always tampered that down bc steve wasn’t his. now he does it without shame

- steve really likes tofu and vegan meat, non dairy milk like almond and soy, and overall a lot of non dairy vegan foods, and a lot of fruits. he gets made fun of for a lot specifically about the vegan stuff but his reasoning is that there’s so much food accessible for people with allergies in the future that he wished existed a hundred years ago so he’s going to try it and stick with it if he likes it. people shut up after that

- he also tips a little more than he needs to everywhere he goes. everywhere. like it’s cool when steve rogers walks in to a restaurant bc he’s a superhero or whatever but its REALLY cool because he leaves a generous tip and that’s what really makes peoples day

- before they get legally married they are still very much married. like “i packed you lunch, meet me at the restaurant instead of me going to pick you up bc it’ll take longer, i got takeout let’s bitch together while we watch shitty reality tv, let’s bitch at EACH OTHER through the phone in public, let’s send each other ugly pictures of each other or funny texts while we’re right next to each other, i’m out with a group and you’re not there and i say multiple times ‘i miss steve/bucky’, let’s yell at each other from opposite ends of the apartment instead of getting up to see each other, steve i’m going to fuck you on the couch bc our room is too far, etc.” they are just very much married without the documents and legalities and it’s very obvious

okay all of these were ABSOLUTELY wonderful and im really going to restrain my urge to respond to each and every one but that might be futile

-okay YES they definitely go to that bodega at all hours, and usually it's for normal things when they go separately: milk, cereal, toilet paper. but when they go in the middle of the night, they almost always purchase some like odd assortment of candies and deli meat. also, they're always in their pajamas. like bucky's in plaid pj pants and a star wars sweatshirt, and steve is in like 5" shorts and a huge crewneck and they're both in slides and they definitely only speak russian to each other when they're in there after hours

-yes alpine! they also have a dog, that is more steve than bucky's!! his name is norman in my headcanon (and a couple of my fics) and he is best boy

-okay i need more of this in my general stucky life: steve and bucky being like,,, best friends as well as lovers and being so seamlessly close. like yeah, they definitely talk with their eyes, or just one glance, or half-sentences ("hey, did you ever get to--" "yup, on the way home. it was so--" "yeah, good. glad to hear") and they know exactly what the other is saying.

-yes to the date nights!!! and when they stay in to watch movies, they make Tons of popcorn. and they Have to make separate batches, because steve will Only eat his with like half a bottle of that powdered white cheddar on his

-YES we share the same fucking headcanon for petnames on god

Steve: love you, buck:)

Bucky: love you, pumpkin

-Steve definitely has body dysmorphia, probably even post serum (I have lots of thoughts on this, that might be a different post) and yeah, Bucky definitely knows its Big that he feels comfortable enough to be exposed around him (and he's even more honored that steve lets him be intimate with him, because that's really hard for steve, too)

-yeah! and easy check ins like "ur stomach still bothering you from last night?" "oh, no it was just a little bug turns out" or like "my head hurts:(" "i have meds in my bag. you want?" "yeah, just two" or like subtly checking on injuries, yeah

-yeah the sweater versus sweatshirt tracks tbh i picture steve in a lot of crewnecks so yeah

-STEVE IN CROP TOPS STEVE IN CROP TOPS and i raise you they're often ones he's cropped himself and he's also painted on! or bleach painted!! and theyre so cool and bucky never wants to make a big deal out of it, but he's so proud of steve for expressing himself like that

-ALPINE SMACKING HERSELF ALKFJALSDKFJA also steve always has a hairtie on HIS wrist in case bucky forgets one for himself

-they also always have Steve Staple Foods cuz i headcanon steve as a picky eater (adhd!steve + serum enhancements, it's down to a formula) so they have a lot of Kraft mac and cheese and easy heat up meals and lunch meats around for when he's having bad food days

-OMG and steve absolutely MELTS i raise you, too, bucky will especially hold the back of his neck when he needs to get steve to Chill Out. so like if he sees him stressing he'll put his hand on the back of his neck and squeeze and literally feel the tension drain from him or like if steve is having a panic attack, he'll hold the back of his neck while they breathe together

-yes and also any time that steve is Choosing food for himself and feeling motivated to eat it, it's a win, so people learn to back off there, too

-yes! he tips generously, but never awkwardly or offensively. he's also super kind and patient to food service workers!

-this last point is so perfect i cant. like yeah, back to steve and bucky just being,,,, the best of friends. ugly selfies galore, shoving their feet in each other's face, flicking each others ears. and yes, all the fucking gossiping. on the phone gossip, venting, fun gossip from around work. they talk about it all. and it's so great for them

thank you again for stopping by! your thoughts are impeccable!

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stucky headcanons #long post #domestic anon

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lazyneonrabbitt · 4 years ago

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Paintings & Picture frames. [Pt.7]

Daryl Dixon x Reader [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

A/N: We’re nearing the end of intro week! I’m thinking of ways to keep them interacting after this, I don’t wanna end this story yet but I also don’t wanna make them date immediately just so I have a reason to make them spend time together. Updates after the next chapter may be a little slower because of this! Please enjoy this chapter!

Daryl loved watching you work, with everything you did there was this softness and it all looked so carefully thought out from his point of view. Not like his work that was all rough, and his mechanic work may have intricate parts but it was no way to be considered art. The two of you kept working for a while longer, constantly finding small things to edit or fix. After the umpteenth tiny edit, wondering what color would suit better with the photos used on your cover and eventually setting on one you realised it had started to get late already and your stomachs were grumbling for some food. Hearing your body make all the hungry noises you immediately felt embarrassed and felt a blush creep up your cheeks. Daryl noticed your shifting and let out a soft laugh. "

Ya wanna eat? I can head home if we're done." He offered. He wasn't sure how much longer he was welcome now that you had finished your schoolwork. You didn't want him to leave yet, it was nice to have someone over for a while, even if it was just for school. He was nice to be around and in a new town that was amazing already. "We can order something, I got paid this week so I got some extra cash to spend." You offered to buy dinner for the two of you and Daryl wanted to say no and go home, but he really didn't want to go back home again. He'd see you at school tomorrow but what was gonna happen after the project week was done and you both went your own ways? He wasn't ready to have that happen just yet so he reluctantly agreed on having dinner with you. "Yeah, sounds good. What're ya thinkin' of?" He asked and you opened up your local delivery service website. After going through multiple suggestions that were turned down by you being a picky eater or Daryl not being in the mood for that kind of food you ended on pizza. The one topic you immediately agreed on, a share size barbeque chicken pizza with extra bacon. After you ordered the pizza you went over to your desk to set up your printer to get your project on paper and all nice in a folder. Making sure all the pages were in the right order, adding the cover in the page sleeve on the front and putting the original artworks you made behind the last pages as well as some extra printed photos you made during Daryl's classes. All got some kind of description written on the back by the person who made the picture or painting.

Not long after you had it all put together your pizza arrived at the front door of your building, telling the guy you were gonna come and pick it up there and leaving Daryl alone in your apartment. He looked around at everything, observing and taking in every little detail from your matching dark furniture to your weird amount of small statues of animals and video game stuff. The dinner table was littered with art supplies that wouldn't fit on your desk anymore, which was full of digital artist items and sketchpads. Without really thinking of it at all he got up and walked towards your desk. It was full of half filled pieces of paper with small sketches on them. It mostly was all in one theme and while some were crossed out or had some negative texts written next to them, others had certain parts circled in colored marker with details written next to them that probably all made sense when put together. He of course had no idea what that put together something would be, but he was sure it would be really cool. On the table behind him were all kinds of paints and large papers filled with colors and mixes, something like what he learned in your class last week, but then huge and way more detailed than the small thing you two made in a two-hour class that was mostly the teacher explaining stuff instead of actually working. He mostly just followed your lead that day and still had no clue what he did but you seemed to be proud of what he did and that was all that mattered. It was weird how just looking at some colors on paper made him think about memories with you that made his heart flutter inside his chest. There was no way he was gonna tell you that, though. Not until he was sure you felt the same way, not that you ever would feel the same about a guy like him.

Back in the hallway you walked towards your apartment, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your mind. Having dinner with Daryl was just a normal classmates thing to do after finishing a project, nothing to be worried about. Except maybe accidentally spilling your drink. Or eating weird. Choking on a crumb or maybe just air. Would he be grossed out if you talked with your mouth full? What the hell, all those thoughts were so stupid you didn't even know how your head came up with them. You were just normally gonna eat your takeout pizza like you always do and everything would be fine. You made it back to your door in one piece and balanced the pizza in one hand while you fiddled with your keys in the other, opening the door and walking in. Daryl had been so intrigued by your artwork that he hadn't noticed you come in and set the pizza on the coffee table. "Food's here." You stated, watching Daryl snap out of his gaze. "Aight, cool." He stuttered on his way back to tho couch. To say he felt embarrassed being caught staring at your personal work was an understatement. He felt like he had accidentally invaded your privacy and had no idea how to tell you. But then again you didn't seem angry or anything so was it really as bad as he thought. You noticed him not really paying attention to the food first thing after sitting down and wondered what went on in his head. Maybe you weren't the only one nervous about having dinner together? While you already did have coffee at the diner while you worked earlier this week, so this wasn't even that new. Of course you were still nervous because that was just who you were.

The thoughts quickly left when you were both eating and enjoying the food a lot. "What place was this? Gotta get this at work sometime." Daryl commented after grabbing a second piece while putting the last bits of his first slice in his mouth. You told him the name of the place and where it was located. Daryl knew the street it was located on but never really paid much attention to the shops that occupied it. He did pass the place multiple times a week on his way to work and he was sure to pay more attention to it from now on. The two of you ate mostly in silence beside the occasional comment about pizzas or the suggestion of a drink refill. Only when there were only two slices left that were now in the both of yours hands, you started talking more. The conversations went from favorite foods to your hobbies outside of your study, tv shows you liked to watch or places you'd ever want to visit. Before the two of you had realised it, it had gotten dark outside already. You only realised when Daryl wanted to go outside for another cigarette. That one cigarette quickly turned into a Shit it's this late already?! goodbye smoke in front of your apartment building, with a promise to see each other again in the morning on Daryl's usual parking spot at school before your last day of the introduction week.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd #twd x reader #twd imagine #the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead x reader #twd daryl #imagine #x reader #twd fanfiction #fanfic #sometimes I write

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autiebiographical · 4 years ago

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Hello ! Sorry, this might be a long ask. I think I might be autistic, a lot of my behaviour from when I was a kid resonates with most signs of autism/other autistic people’s experiences.

Whenever I was younger I would have terrible sensory issues, and I was completely oblivious to any awkward/embarrassing situations. I didn’t get most jokes, sarcasm, social cues and I took most things quite literally. I would do little things like lining up my toys, I would take other peoples toys and didn’t understand how to socialise properly. I would also hyperfixate on certain things and I’d gather different information from my interests. I’d stim pretty regularly too ! I always had a really monotone voice and people would always point it out and make fun of me for it

But, all of that has kind of disappeared now? Which I’m really confused about. My sensory issues aren’t as bad as before, hearing certain noises will hurt my ears, but I wouldn’t do anything, I’d either start daydreaming, or just ignore it. I live in a really loud household and most of it doesn’t affect me that badly. Sometimes I would have meltdowns over certain noises but it doesn’t happen as regularly. I’m also not a picky eater, like most autistic people, but if there is a texture I don’t like, I won’t eat it. I still don’t understand how to socialise and I take most things as a joke, even when people are being serious, I can understand body language + sarcasm better. I’m very aware of awkwardness and I go out of my way to avoid it. I don’t have a particular routine either, I still hyperfixate. I stim sometimes still. Sometimes people say my voice it too quiet or loud or I sound angry or my voice is really high pitched, but I’m not aware of it. I’m also semi-verbal. I still pay attention to small details and will line up my pokemon cards !

Overall, my symptoms have become more milder and I’m starting to question whether I’m just neurotypical and was just a bit different whenever I was younger. This might sound like a silly question but is it possible to just .. outgrow autism?

You’re not outgrowing your autism, it’s simply changing as you age. Autistic adults don’t act like autistic kids not because they’re outgrowing their autism, but because they’re no longer kids. Autistics change over time. Like with everyone else our behaviours shift as we grow up. Our brains change so it makes sense that our autism would as well.

You can understand body language and sarcasm better because you’ve had time to learn them. You’re aware of awkwardness more because of life experiences. There are plenty of things I did as a kid that are textbook autistic behaviours that I don’t do anymore. I used to not understand sarcasm, or puns, but now I rarely have issues with them. I stim a lot less, and am way more open about trying different foods.

Also, as a final note: your question wasn’t silly.

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wherevermyway · 4 years ago

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you taste flamin’ hot | hyunsung | smut

pairing: han jisung x hwang hyunjin rating: explicit | 18+ warnings: explicit sexual content, awkward sexual situations, alcohol, public sex, food kink, deradation, watersports, dacryphilia. word count: 6,346 also on AO3!

originally published: 12 october 2020

Hyunjin and Jisung have no idea why they're roommates, or even friends. They're the polar opposite of each other: Hyunjin was well-pampered and high class, his platinum blond hair always well maintained, he was always draped in nice, bright, tasteful designer clothing; Jisung, however, was the exact opposite. Jisung would buy the cheapest, darkest shade of boxed black hair dye and hastily slather his hair in it, missing big patches and splattering viscous ink everywhere. He only wore black, sometimes with red accents, and would cake on eyeliner like there was no tomorrow.

Hyunjin was neat, well kept and groomed, and was a picky eater. Jisung was a sloppy mess, and practically lived off of iced americanos and spicy Cheetos. Hyunjin was a quiet, reserved drunk. Jisung was a sloppy, flirty drunk.

When they get drunk at a party one night, they finally realize that they were friends for one glaringly obvious reason: they were both incredibly sexually compatible, and Hyunjin finally had a good excuse to get messy.

disclaimer: any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable, please stop reading now.

Crunching. That was the only thing that Hyunjin could hear as the younger man in his lap snacked on those toxic waste-like Cheetos that Jisung loved so much. They smelled briny and, not surprisingly, like they were laden with salt. Hyunjin could never understand why Jisung liked those stupid, messy, disgusting snacks so much. There was no nutritional value to them, they were overpowering, and they got absolutely fucking everywhere.

The residual red flakes from the spicy Cheetos bag stood out like a bright red highlighter on Jisung’s fingers. It didn’t bother the younger man, but it bothered Hyunjin. “Would you please go clean your disgusting fingers? Stop getting all of that shit on me.” He stared down at the bright, neon red dust and scowled.

Jisung cocked his head to the side, looking up to his senior in confusion, before he looked down to his own fingertips. “Ah, whoops,” he muttered before sticking his fingers in his mouth, rolling them around before grating the residual coating off of them with his teeth. “My bad, dude.” He immediately went back to scrolling and swiping around inanely on his phone, leaving oily, smudgy streaks on the screen.

Hyunjin groans, rolling his head into the back of the couch. “No,” he mutters, reaching down to Jisung’s phone, plucking it from his fingers and taking it away from him. “I mean, go actually wash your nasty fingers.”

“No,” Jisung mumbles, reaching up to grab his phone from Hyunjin, rolling his head in the lap of his senior. “I’ll do it later. It’s just not important now. I’m in the middle of my manga.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes and groans. “You’re disgusting,” he says a bit louder than he intended.

“So what?” Jisung mockingly groans back, pressing the back of his head into the thigh of his senior.

“You’re disgusting,” Hyunjin repeated with emphasis, rolling his head back. “I don’t know how someone like you, so outwardly concerned about your cool guy aesthetic, is fine with being so gross.”

Jisung rolls his head back a bit, looking up to his senior. “It’s not hurting anyone, is it? Then what does it matter? Besides, I’m not that gross.”

Hyunjin sighs, sticking his hand underneath Jisung’s back and lifting him off of his lap. “Fuck you,” he grumbles as he stands up, brushing neon red crumbs off of his nice clothing. “I’m gonna have to get this shit dry-cleaned. I should make you pay for it.”

“Make me.” Jisung flopped back down on the couch, right back to the warm spot was from where Hyunjin was sitting. Without skipping a beat, he went right back to scrolling through his phone. “You wouldn’t have signed the lease with me if you were really that disgusted by me, and you know that.”

A frustrated groan erupts from the blond as he spins on his heel and storms off into his room, slamming the door behind him. He knew that Jisung was right, but he would rather walk on hot coals than admit that.

“Are you ready yet?” Jisung shouts into Hyunjin’s door. “You prissy bitch, I know you look fine. Stop fussing over your stupid hair and let’s go. I don’t wanna be late for the party.”

Hyunjin’s door flies open, and he scowls down at the black-haired man in front of him. “Like you’ve never spent hours in front of the mirror, trying to perfect your stupid eyeliner and get your bad boy look down. Sue me for wanting to look good.” He unironically flips his shoulder-length blond hair, almost as if he was punctuating his statement with sass. “Everyone’s going to be looking at me, anyways.”

The pair was an interesting duality. Jisung only wore black, would wear thick layers of eyeliner, and dyed his dark brunette hair deliberately darker: the cheapest, darkest box of black dye he could find. Hyunjin was the exact opposite: he wore only designer brands in bright colours alongside shades of cream and off-white. His hair was platinum blonde, well maintained with his monthly appointments, and had weekly manicures and facial appointments.

How the two of them got along as friends was beyond them. They shared virtually no similar interests, they butted heads all the time, and they were constantly yelling insults at each other. The thought of their sexual compatibility did cross Hyunjin’s mind several times, though. Especially on the nights when they would go out and party together. Jisung was a touchy-feely drunk, loud and experimental, and Hyunjin was quiet, loving all of the attention he got from him for it. They would recklessly flirt when they got drunk, but nothing ever came from it, because they still managed to be awkward cowards, even while hammered.

“Shall we?” Hyunjin sarcastically coos as he lightly shoves Jisung’s shoulder, pushing him out of the way.

The party, not surprisingly, was uneventful. Jisung forgot to eat something between the Cheetos incident and the start of the party, so he got drunk really quickly. About two hours in, he started doing body shots off of a couple of decent-looking guys, Felix and Chan. Hyunjin sipped on his vodka soda in the corner, enjoying his light buzz as he watched his friend be the sloppy drunk he always was.

“Jinnie!” The black-haired man called out to him, waving him over to the kitchen table he was sitting on. “C’mere, c’mere!”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and slowly made his way over to Jisung. “What?”

Jisung hastily grabs the empty shot glass from earlier and the bottle of vodka next to him. He lays on his back, balancing it on his sternum as he tries to open the bottle without knocking it off of him.

“What are you doing?”

“I want you to take a shot off of me,” Jisung frowns up at the man as the glass falls and he attempts to stand it up one more time.

“You’re an idiot.” Hyunjin snaps at him, grabbing the bottle from Jisung. The younger man pouts, until Hyunjin grabs the glass off of him, placing it down on the table. He pulls up Jisung’s skin-tight black shirt enough to reveal his abdomen, causing the black-haired man to gasp and flush. “You take a real body shot off of skin.” Hyunjin unscrews the cap off of the bottle of vodka, then pours some of the liquid into Jisung’s belly button.

“That’s cold!” Jisung cries out, his abdomen flexing in response.

“Suck it up.” Hyunjin doesn’t say anything else as he leans down, feeling the warm heat radiating off of Jisung’s skin as he’s maybe a couple of centimetres away from his flesh. He flits his eyes up, making eye contact with a very confused Jisung. Hyunjin bites back a smirk, deliberately not breaking eye contact as he brings his lips to the rapidly warming liquid on the soft skin beneath him. He sucks up the liquid, wincing as the cheap vodka burns his throat as it goes down.

The look on Jisung’s face is priceless, but it’s made better as Hyunjin sticks out his tongue, rolling the tip of it around the bottom of Jisung’s navel, then around all of where the vodka touched his abdomen. “Oh my god,” Jisung drawls out the last syllable as he rolls his head back, letting it collide on the table with a soft thud. Hyunjin smirks to himself, knowing that was a good reaction he just got out of the younger man.

“That’s how you do a body shot.” The smirk on Hyunjin’s face causes a confused look to pass across Jisung’s face. Hyunjin knew he was finally going to fuck the life out of him tonight, and he was beside himself with excitement, thinking of making the man cry as he choked on his dick.

“We should go home,” Jisung breathes out, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

“Party’s just started.” Hyunjin smirks and takes a long swig of vodka directly from the bottle. Looks like his plan was paying off. “You sure you wanna abandon all of your friends so early in the night?”

Jisung sits up, wobbling a bit. He takes a second to reorient himself, then looks up at Hyunjin with a serious look in his eyes. “They’ll be fine. That’s not what I care about.”

“What do you want?”

“After that body shot?” Jisung bites his lip back and looks away for a moment, before looking back up to meet Hyunjin’s eyes. “You.”

“I like the way those chains slap against your ass, Sungie.” Hyunjin says, eyes trained on the back of the smaller man in front of him, entranced by the way the flimsy metal danced around his waist.

Jisung spun around and pouted at Hyunjin. “Stop looking at me like a piece of meat, Jin.” He attempts to walk backwards, but isn’t quite coordinated to pull it off drunkenly in knee-high platform boots. Jisung’s foot catches the sidewalk awkwardly, and he throws his hands in the air, waving them around to balance himself.

Hyunjin takes a long step forward, moving in to catch Jisung before he was able to tumble to the ground. The two of them make uncomfortable eye contact, and stare at each other for a beat too long. Hyunjin, without any tact, slips his hand down from the small of Jisung’s back, sliding his hand down under the chains draped from his hips, and grabs a fistful of the younger man’s ass.

Jisung lets out a whiny gasp as the firm hand makes contact with him. “Hyunjin,” he whispers in a panic, “we’re in public, what are you doing?”

“Letting people know what’s gonna be mine tonight.” The blond smirks, helping the younger man stand up. “C’mon, let’s go to GS25. I have an idea.”

Jisung’s face is a deep shade of crimson as his senior lets go of his waist and walks off without him.

The two men walk through GS25, and Jisung is about to dart off to grab a bottled americano from the cooler, but Hyunjin grabs his hand and yanks him towards the back. “What are you doing?”

“My parents own this one. It’s fine.” Hyunjin quips, still not answering Jisung’s question. He pauses in front of the staff washroom door for just a moment. “Wait here.”

“What? Why?” Jisung pleads, but Hyunjin darts off into a back room for just a moment. Jisung fiddles with his hands while he waits, clearly looking nervous as he waits for Hyunjin to come back.

Hyunjin comes back out of the door, holding a key between his fingers. He says nothing, just slides the key in the lock, opening the door and pulling Jisung in by the wrist. “Be quiet. My parents may own this place,” he locks the door behind him, then pins Jisung up against the wall, “but I don’t wanna get in legal trouble. Because I’m gonna wreck your fucking night and make a mess out of you, embarrass you so badly as we walk home. You cool with that?”

Jisung sputters incoherently, then nods his head nervously.

“No,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, “use your words. I need to know you’re fine with the shit I’m about to do to you. I know you’re not into vanilla shit after that stint you had with Seungmin.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jisung grips at Hyunjin’s hips and he pleads with wide eyes.

“Good. Colours?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, because I wanna make you fucking cry.” Hyunjin presses his lips against his junior’s, jamming his tongue in between his parted lips. Jisung ruts his hips against Hyunjin’s, aimlessly letting his hands wander up against his cream coloured, silken shirt. The blond reaches down to his belt, undoing it and unzipping his pants. “Get on your knees.”

Jisung does as he’s told, bringing his face up close to Hyunjin’s crotch.

“I’m not gonna hold back unless you tell me to stop. Slap my wrist or my hips if it’s too much.”

Again, Jisung nods, which earns a glare from his senior. “Yeah, sure, I will.”

“Good boy.” Hyunjin coos, then pulls his cock out of his pants. He takes Jisung’s jaw into one of his hands. “Open.” Once Jisung’s opened his mouth, Hyunjin aims his cock into the younger man’s mouth, allowing him to run is tongue over him, warming up to the taste and the sensation of him.

It only lasts for a minute. Hyunjin roughly positions Jisung’s jaw right where he wants him, then takes his hand and slides it to the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly between his fingers. He slowly pushes his hips in, until he’s completely inside of Jisung’s mouth, rubbing up against the back of his throat.

Jisung’s eyes widen in panic for a moment, but then his eyelids flutter in excitement. Hyunjin takes this as an invitation to continue, pulling back and preparing himself to fuck his junior’s face like nothing more than a sex toy. “I’m not gonna stop until you cry.” Hyunjin says, then thrusts harshly into Jisung’s throat.

The younger man lets out a stifled moan, surprised as to how much Hyunjin filled his mouth. He reaches his hands up to Hyunjin’s hips and saliva comes sputtering up from his mouth as Hyunjin relentlessly continues to aggressively pound the back of his throat. It felt so good, but it hurt and he felt the tears welling up in his eyes.

“Gonna ruin that pretty face of yours,” Hyunjin pants, tugging on Jisung’s black hair a bit harder, with purpose. “Look at you, getting your face fucked in a disgusting public bathroom. I bet you love this kind of shit with how nasty you are, don’t you?”

Jisung lets out a choked affirmation, and starts to feel the tears spill from his eyes. He was secretly thankful they both had a little too much to drink, because his gag reflex had completely disappeared. He looked up at Hyunjin, meeting his eyes for just a moment before he closes them. Hyunjin grips his hair even tighter and thrusts more aggressively.

The tears start pouring, now. They weren’t tears of sadness or pain, they were tears of pure enjoyment. Jisung loved to be used like this, to be rendered as nothing more than a way to please someone. The way that Hyunjin’s cock felt in his mouth was enough to make him uncomfortably hard.

Hyunjin suddenly pulls out, relinquishing Jisung’s hair from his hands. “Don’t touch your face,” he pants out, then slips his dick back into his pants.

Jisung blinks rapidly, his moment ruined. “What? You’re not gonna come?”

“That’s for later.” Hyunjin pulls out his phone and aims it at Jisung. “Gimme a slutty face, I want a photo so I can show you how pathetic you look, and just for personal reference later.”

“Okay,” Jisung bats his eyelashes and offers a peace sign with his fingers, opening his mouth wide and sticking his tongue out.

“Beautiful, I love it.” Hyunjin stares longingly at his phone for a moment, before turning it to face Jisung. He captures a glimpse of the photo, his perfectly applied eyeliner now ruined, streaking down his face haphazardly and completely fucked up. Jisung subconsciously goes to wipe his face, but Hyunjin swats his hands away.

“Stay like that until we get home.” His voice is cold, calculated. “Don’t rub it off or try to make yourself pretty, my disgusting little Sungie. I want the strangers we walk by to know how much of a dirty slut you are for me.”

They take a moment to compose themselves, then walk through the GS25. Hyunjin doesn’t bother with returning the key, just leaving it in the door. He grabbed Jisung’s hand, interlacing his fingers together. “You sure you’re alright with this?”

“I’ve done worse,” Jisung quips. “This might be the most obvious ‘my-throat-just-got-fucked’ look I’ve ever had, though.”

Hyunjin laughs, leading him to the cooler. “Grab your stupid americano. I’m gonna grab something for us while we’re here.”

Jisung cocks his head as Hyunjin walks over towards the bagged snacks, but doesn’t question it. He doesn’t question it until he’s got his americano in hand and they are at the counter together, and Hyunjin tosses a bag of spicy Cheetos onto the counter. Jisung looks wildly at Hyunjin as the clerk gives them both a horrified look.

“What?” Hyunjin says to both of them. “Boyfriend had a rough day, just making it better.”

They get home maybe ten minutes later, earning some choice looks from passersby on the street as they walked down the sidewalk, Hyunjin’s hand down Jisung’s tight back pocket. He was wearing women’s pants, he figured, with the way they hugged his hips and his ass, and he loved it.

Hyunjin unlocks the door, letting Jisung walk through first. Jisung spins on his heel in confusion, but Hyunjin just tosses the bag of Cheetos to the younger man, then bends down to untie the intricate weaving of Jisung’s knee-high boots. “Shut up and eat them. Get that stupid red shit all over your fingers.”

Jisung’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, and he makes some sort of unintelligible noise.

“Shut up and eat your toxic waste-looking shit.” Hyunjin doesn’t bother looking up as he undoes the lacing in the first platform shoe, then moves to the next one. Jisung opens the bag, shaking his head in disbelief. He wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity for a post-drink snack, especially if it was his favourite thing and if it wasn’t going to bother Hyunjin.

Hyunjin holds the boots down, and looks up at Jisung. “Get out of these.” Jisung steps out, as requested, and Hyunjin tosses the shoes carelessly to the side before undoing his shoes. “I can’t believe you actually walked around in public with makeup streaked down your face.” He scoffs, sliding his shoes off and neatly tucking them onto the rack by the entrance. He stands fully upright and gets directly in front of Jisung, centimetres away from his face, pushing him up against the wall next to the kitchen. “You really liked it, didn’t you?”

Jisung nods twice, a single Cheeto halfway in his mouth as he stares up in confusion at Hyunjin. “I didn’t tell you to stop eating.” Hyunjin gently pushes the snack into his mouth, as daintily as possible, with a single finger. He scowls at the residual dust on his finger, then grabs a fistful of the briny, neon red sticks from the bag. “Open.” He commands, and Jisung obeys.

Hyunjin takes his free hand and tilts Jisung’s chin up, then firmly grips his jaw and holds his mouth open. He drops a few of the snacks into his mouth, letting the younger man chew them and swallow, looking up at Hyunjin with big, pleading eyes. Jisung opens his mouth again, and Hyunjin deposits the last of the snacks into Jisung’s mouth.

Hyunjin snatches the bag from Jisung, putting it down on the kitchen counter, then grabs the bottle of coffee. “Don’t clean your fingers off yet. I want you to get that shit everywhere in a minute.” He says, passing the drink to his junior, who accepts it, opening it and taking a few hasty swallows. Jisung is barely able to take his lips off of the bottle before Hyunjin is pressing his lips up against him.

Jisung practically chokes on the americano, some of the drink leaking from his lips, sputtering on to Hyunjin’s face as he barely swallows most of the cold liquid. More spills as Hyunjin assertively jams his tongue into Jisung’s mouth, spilling down his chin, spilling down Hyunjin’s chin. They were making an absolute mess out of each other and it was so wrong, but it strangely felt incredible to ruin each other.

The two of them continue to kiss for a few moments, then Hyunjin pulls away, looking down at his hand. “You know,” he says, “you’re awfully messy, huh?”

Jisung bites his lip, nodding his head in excitement. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’m gonna make it worse.” Hyunjin quips, leaning into Jisung’s face. He takes his tongue and drags it up the side of his junior’s cheek, repeating this a couple of times, then he takes his reddened, crusty hand and pushes it into Jisung’s cheek. He leaves a red, greasy mess tangled up in the streaks of black eyeliner on Jisung’s face.

“You look so filthy.” Hyunjin’s voice is breathy and layered with excitement as he stares down at Jisung with wide eyes. “I’m gonna take a photo of this, too.” He reaches back into his pocket, hastily snapping a couple of photos without even bothering to show Jisung. “Come on,” he pushes his phone into his back pocket “Let’s get cleaned up.”

Hyunjin steps back, letting Jisung peel himself off of the wall. Jisung takes a couple of steps forward, before he’s stopped by Hyunjin taking a fistful of his hair and pulling him along as they walk towards the washroom. “Ow!” Jisung sharply whines. “Why are you dragging me?”

“You want me to stop?” Hyunjin asks insincerely, continuing to lead the two of them along. “Didn’t hear you tell me a colour.”

Jisung whimpers. “No, I don’t want you to stop, it just surprised me.”

Hyunjin chuckles once as they approach the washroom. He flips the light on, then shoves Jisung in, pushing him into the wall with force. He crashes his lips against his junior, the nauseating taste of coffee, spicy Cheetos, and a little bit of vodka overwhelming his senses. It should distract him, make him not want to kiss Jisung at all, but it strangely drew him in, like a moth to flame.

They continue to roll their tongues around each others’ mouths, as Hyunjin works on getting them undressed. He unbuttons his nice, silky shirt, then tosses it to the side. Jisung unbuttons his pants, chains clattering as his pants and briefs collide to the ground. Hyunjin grabs the hem of the bottom of Jisung’s shirt, hastily pulling it up over his head and discarding it somewhere past his shoulder.

“Get me off,” Hyunjin demands, grabbing Jisung’s hands and bringing them to the button of his pants. “I’m gonna come all over that pretty face of yours. You’ll look so pretty with white, black, and red all over you.”

Jisung fumbles a bit with the button of Hyunjin’s pants, too distracted by the promise his senior made. He eventually undoes the button, pulling the zipper down, then helping Hyunjin shimmy out of his pants. Once they were both fully disrobed, Hyunjin grabbed Jisung by the hair and pushed him down.

“On your knees, where you belong.” His voice is stern, but also dripping in anticipation. “It’s probably not gonna take long with that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around me.” Jisung opened his mouth, presenting his tongue to Hyunjin before he takes his cock into his mouth, unprompted, but Hyunjin doesn’t complain. “Oh, that’s good,” he groans, tilting his head back.

In this moment, Jisung is like the antithesis to Hyunjin. While his senior is rough and direct, he’s more gentle and calm, enjoying taking his time with things that have a good payoff. The two of them together worked a little too well, Jisung managing to tame the wild side of Hyunjin, while Hyunjin brought out the freak in Jisung.

Hyunjin wrapped his fingers in Jisung’s hair, looking down and making eye contact with Jisung as he offered a few tiny licks at the head of his dick. It was cute, he had to admit, but he didn’t want cute, not right now. “Come on,” Hyunjin whined, “don’t be a brat and tease me. You know I’m impatient.”

A devious smirk curled up Jisung’s lips as he pulled back. “Shut up.” He barked back at Hyunjin, dropping his cutesy, quiet demeanour. “Learn how to let go for once in your life. Not everything is about instant gratification, you uptight bitch.” His lips pulled up into a wide grin as he could barely contain his excitement when Hyunjin chewed over the words he spat at him.

“'Uptight bitch'?” Hyunjin tugs Jisung’s hair, pulling his head back. “That’s awfully brash of you. Did you forget that you’re the one that’s covered in filth?”

“Bite me.”

Jisung’s attitude snaps something in Hyunjin. “Fuck you,” he growls as he tugs at Jisung’s stupidly dyed black hair harder, enough to make him squeal, to open his mouth just enough to push his cock in, all the way to the back of his throat. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

The younger man starts to drool uncontrollably as Hyunjin repeatedly, aggressively thrusts his hips back and forth. “I can’t believe you had the audacity to speak that way to me. Gonna fuck your throat so hard, you’re not gonna be able to talk back to me for a week. Change that attitude of yours right quick.”

It felt good, probably the best oral he’d ever received. The people Hyunjin had been with before were usually never this experimental. He’d never felt comfortable enough to ask someone if he could ruin them in such a way. He loved taking beautiful things and destroying them; it was something he was never able to do, being forced to be such a pristine example of high-class lifestyle for his entire life.

Jisung looked up at Hyunjin with wet, teary eyes, more black streaks being painted on his face. To anyone else, it may have looked like he was truly unhappy, but the way that his pupils were blown wide open, his eyes were half closed, and the way that his dick twitched with every thrust was enough to drive Hyunjin mad.

The blond pulled his cock out of the black-haired man’s mouth, letting go of his hair, moving his hand down to his chin as he firmly held it upright. He stroked his cock feverishly as the two of them made eye contact. Jisung closed his eyes, knowing what was coming, and he opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out to catch any stray cum that would stream down his face.

“Fuck you,” Hyunjin pants as he removes his hand from Jisung’s chin, slamming his hand on the wall, his cum splashing onto his junior’s face. “Fuck your stupid face. Fuck your attitude.” He gasps in between statements, stroking the last bits of cum onto Jisung’s tongue.

Hyunjin took in the way that Jisung looked, and it took his breath away. Jisung was an absolute mess. Jisung blinked one of his eyes open a couple of times, looking up at Hyunjin. His face was covered in sloppy, patchy streaks of eyeliner, there was still some oily red flakes on his face, and now, there was cum dripping down from his forehead, rolling down his nose and eyebrows, down to his cheeks, some hanging from his lips.

That’s when Hyunjin gets an idea. He reaches down to grab his phone out of his pants, taking a couple photos. “You look so wonderful like this, a masterpiece with the last strokes of paint on you.” He tosses his phone back down to the floor and walks over to the medicine cabinet. “I’m almost done with you. Get in the shower and wait on your knees, and I’ll clean you off before we shower.”

Jisung swipes some cum off of his eyes so he can see, he slips his socks off, then shuffles over to the shower, where he obediently waits on his knees.

Hyunjin makes his way back to the shower and tosses a bottle of lube in between Jisung’s legs. “I’m gonna let you fuck me in a minute when we finally get all of this shit off of us. But I’m gonna make one last mess out of you yet, get some of that cum off of you.”

Jisung’s eyes flutter open and widen as Hyunjin towers above him, cock in hand. He suddenly realized exactly what he means. “Dude, are you seriously about to piss on my face?”

“And in your hair. Do you not want me to?”

The younger man takes in a sharp breath and closes his eyes. “I love this. Clean me off, stuck-up pretty boy.” He presents his face and opens his mouth, and the sight is almost enough to get Hyunjin hard again.

It takes a minute, but the stream weakly starts, splashing up against Jisung’s face. The sudden warmth and shock causes the younger man to flinch, but he gets into it immediately, rolling his head all around the stream and making sure that it gets all over his face and in his hair. Hyunjin lets out a strained groan as he empties his bladder on Jisung’s face, enjoying the view far more than he should’ve.

Hyunjin shakes out the last few dribbles, then drops to his knees in front of Jisung, gripping his face tightly as he pulls the younger man in for a hasty kiss. He didn’t care about the acrid taste that danced on their tongues, he just couldn’t believe that someone actually indulged him in all of his strange fetishes, all in one night, so he had to show his appreciation in some way.

“Okay,” he says as he pulls back, “let’s actually get you cleaned up, then I’ll let you fuck me.”

Jisung rubs his eyes and nods his head. “You know,” he scoffs, “you’re probably the freakiest, messiest person I know. Messier than me, just so you know.”

“Shut up.” Hyunjin stands and grabs Jisung’s hands, pulling him up to his feet. He reaches behind the younger man, turning on the shower. The water is cold, shocking both of them a bit, but then quickly warms up. “You went along with all of that,” he scoffs as he wipes off all of the mess of various substances off of Jisung, “so that says something about you, too.”

“Yeah, it means that we’re both pretty freaky and should do this more often.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes and turns to grab a dry hand towel from off of the wall, passing it off to Jisung. “Wipe off your face so you can finally fuck me.”

Jisung takes the cloth, making sure to dry his eyelids off well enough so he didn’t have any leftover irritants on his face. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” He reaches down to grab the lube and tosses the hand towel behind him. “Now I get to have my fun with you. Face the wall and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut.”

Hyunjin lets out a scoff, but chooses not to say anything in response as he slaps his hands on the wall dramatically, slightly bending over and presenting himself.

“Don’t you look pretty like that?” Jisung flips the lid of the lube open, squirting some on his fingers. He takes another step closer, putting his free hand on Hyunjin’s hip as he takes his lubricated fingers to the older man’s rim. “You want my fingers inside you, pretty baby?”

“Yeah,” Hyunjin whines, “do your worst.”

“Maybe if you ask nicely.”

“Fuck you.” Hyunjin’s arrogance earns him the loss of Jisung’s touch.

“I’ll leave you here by yourself and just go jerk off or something.”

Hyunjin turns his head to face Jisung, a look of bewilderment on his face. “You wouldn’t.”

“Be that way,” Jisung steps back, making his way towards the shower door.

“Wait, please!” Hyunjin whines, surprised he was actually begging for this. “Please come back and fuck me, okay?”

Jisung smiles and turns back to Hyunjin, grabbing his hips and hastily slipping his index finger inside, causing the older man to whine. “Pretty bitches like you are always so impatient. You need to be taught a lesson.” He twirls his finger around a bit, circling the digit in a calculated motion to find the older man’s prostate. before Hyunjin arches his back and lets out a strangled cry. Jisung bends down next to Hyunjin’s ear and whispers, “I wanna fuck you so hard that you can’t walk straight in the morning.”

Hyunjin curls his toes a bit at the comment. “Please,” he whines, “that sounds so good, Sungie.”

“It’s nice seeing you not being such a spoiled, impatient brat,” Jisung laughs and slips his middle finger inside. “You should let loose like this more often. You might think that, just because I let you make a mess out of me, even in public,” he continues circling his fingers around the sensitive spot inside of the older man, causing him to let out pathetic mewls, “you think that I’m not going to devastate you? Nah. I’m gonna wipe that stupid, ‘holier-than-thou’ grin off your face.”

Hyunjin was honestly surprised that Jisung had such an attitude in him. He knew that Jisung was a bit of a brat, but to be so commanding was the inverse of his personality. This kind of night/day difference in Jisung was causing Hyunjin to go mad.

A third finger slips in, causing Hyunjin to throw his head back and let out a drawn out moan. It was almost too much, too soon, but there was something about the way that the discomfort of the stress made him feel so good. Jisung waited a moment for Hyunjin to adjust, to relax a bit, before he started circling his fingers again.

“I can’t believe it took you so long to admit how much you wanted me.” Jisung condescendingly coos, slowly moving his fingers around. “Can’t believe you actually begged me to fuck you. You really want my cock inside of you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Hyunjin whispers, and Jisung isn’t very pleased with that.

“Speak up and speak nicely, otherwise my pretty little prissy bitch won’t get what he wants.“

This new side of Jisung was shocking, but also a turn-on to Hyunjin. He’d never been talked down to like this by anyone; he was always the one that took control and talked down to his partners, but it felt good to just let go for once. He had his cocky, arrogant moment, now it was time for him to be put in his place.

“Yes, please,” Hyunjin whines, resting his face against the cool tile. “Fuck your pretty little slut, please. Show me where I belong.”

Jisung lets out a laugh as he grabs the lube again, squeezing a generous amount onto his cock. “The slut gets what the slut wants, hmm?” He teases, before he slides his fingers out slowly, then replaces the empty space with his cock. He does so in such a painstakingly slow manner, that Hyunjin lets out a frustrated groan, but knows better than to say anything.

“Impatient, hmm?” Jisung grabs both of Hyunjin’s hips and bends down to be right up next to his ear. “I don’t care. I’ll take as long as I want with you.” He sinks his teeth into Hyunjin’s exposed shoulder, causing the older man to shudder. Without warning, he pushes himself all the way inside of Hyunjin and it causes both of them to make guttural, sinful noises.

“I’m getting you back for this, just so you know,” Hyunjin spits out in between pants.

“I didn’t ask you for your opinion.” Jisung bites another mark into Hyunjin’s shoulder as he slowly rocks back and forth at an even pace. “Do you always talk so much?”

“Are you always this much of a fucking tease?”

A sharp huff of air is exhaled through Jisung’s nose as he scoffs. “Alright, fine. You wanna play that game, I’ll play along.” He stands fully upright and takes a fistful of Hyunjin’s hair and pushes his face firmly up into the wall, using his head and his hip as anchorage as he moved at a relentless, unforgiving pace.

Hyunjin’s eyes roll back as his face gets repeatedly slammed into the tile wall with Jisung’s thrusts. He doesn’t intend to, but he lets out pathetic moans each time Jisung’s hips slap against his thighs.

“This is the only noise I want to hear you make.” Jisung says, pants punctuating each thrust he makes. “You talk too much.”

“Payback for how disgusting you are.”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” Jisung lets out a moan at the end of his sentence. “Okay, fuck, I’m really close. Where do you want it?”

“Don’t care. Come inside, outside, on my face, it doesn’t—“ Hyunjin is about to tell Jisung that it doesn’t matter, but, before he can finish his sentence, the younger man bottoms out behind him, and he feels cum filling up his insides.

Jisung pants and collapses onto Hyunjin’s back, loosening his grip on his blond hair. “That was so much. How are you feeling?”

“I’m pretty sure you broke my cheekbone, but we’re fine.”

“Oh, shit,” Jisung panics for a second. “I didn’t even think about trying to get you off again.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “It’s fine. It would take a while anyways, I’m not lucky enough to have a freakishly short refractory period. You’ll just have to make up for it later. Anyways, can we please shower? We’re wasting the hot water and I feel disgusting and I’m pretty sure I have your nasty Cheetos flakes in my hair.”

After their shower, the men towel off and awkwardly stand in the washroom. “Now what?” Jisung questions, staring up at Hyunjin. “Are we supposed to, like, cuddle or something?”

Hyunjin looks down to Jisung, then spins on his heel before he’s able to see the inevitable blush creeps up on his face. “I don’t care. It’s pretty cold in here, so I won’t say no.”

Jisung shrugs his shoulders and follows Hyunjin towards his room. “Alright, cool, I guess.”

“That was fun and all,” Hyunjin says as he opens the door to his bedroom, “I just hope you know that you’re paying for my dry cleaning, you filthy brat.” Hyunjin says as he flops down onto the bed.

“Worth it.” Jisung quips, laying down next to Hyunjin and curling up into his chest. “I’ll pay to ruin your clothes any time you want, you prissy bitch.”

#hyunsung #smut #skz smut #han jisung x hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin x han jisung #hyunjin x jisung #jisung x hyunjin #wherevermyway

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mossiestpiglet · 3 years ago

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Here’s a pic with more context. It’s unseasonably hot today, and since there’s yet to be any news of HPAI hitting california, I wanted Louie to get some outside time while we still could. We are redoing our yard right now so my biggest raised planter is empty and just sitting in the middle of the lawn (that is soon to be gone), so I threw what random safe things from the yard I could find in there. Since it’s a hasty set up and not fully enclosed, I’ve been outside with him the whole time, making sure no birds or squirrels go to investigate and keeping the water dish full since it has a leak but there’s nothing else out here big enough for him to sit in, so it has to be that one.

Louie is my second bearded dragon, and I only am interested in adult rescues, so that’s his story too. My first dragon, Chaz, was not as overweight as Louie is, but he was much older, disabled, and came with serious and life threatening intestinal parasites which had lasting effects on his health. Because of that he was never very active or fast, even though he was relatively healthy after treatment and lived to at least 13 (7 years in my care, his exact age before coming to me wasn’t certain but at least 6). He wouldn’t move except to catch food or sneak away from me, and he was happy as a clam to just take a nap on my dads belly tucked under a blanket.

Louie is very overweight for a beardie, but that’s his only problem. He’s young, strong, fast, and very agile, and hopefully once I can get him eating a properly balanced diet and moved to the 6x2x2 enclosure I’m ordering I can get him slimmed down to a healthier weight and then he’ll be unstoppable (and probably uncatchable, ugh). He does NOT like to be held, but will enjoy climbing to the highest spot he can find on you, and if you lie down on your belly he’s pretty happy to sit on your back and act like you’re the mountain he’s king of. Given his young age I’m actually hopeful that I can do some basic training with him for things like bath time and going in and out of the enclosure once it’s in place, since he seems to actually know which room in my house his current enclosure is in since he will walk back there when given the chance (again he doesn’t like being handled/socialized with much, we’re working on it).

But I just wanted to share this pic and talk about Louie and Chaz, because I don’t see the reptile community throwing the same kind of energy towards adopting rescue reptiles as you find with cats, dogs, livestock, etc. And a big part of that is of course just the number of people who are into keeping those types of animals, but I do think it’s something that more reptile keepers should talk about and responsibly promote. Rescue animals usually come with some issues, you have to be extra careful because there’s always uncertainty in their background, but they can still be incredibly rewarding animals and still be with you for a very long time. One of the great advantages many see in reptiles is that so many have longer lifespans than when compared to most mammals. Rescuing a reptile who is well into adulthood may mean you have to be extra patient with their behaviors and they might be really picky eaters, but you could still have them for years or even decades in some cases. That’s a lot of time to patiently work with them and give them the life they deserve, and sometimes that’s as simple as sitting with them outside and letting them climb up an empty planter box.

#reptiles #reptile husbandry #reptile care #pet reptiles #bearded dragon #moss’s animals

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im-the-punk-who · 3 years ago

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I saw your post on dogs with anxiety. As a professional, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind sharing a list of behaviors in dogs that may be attributed to anxiety and how to tell if it's anxiety or personality. Do you know any of the behaviors in cats that mean the same? You don't have to answer, you provided great examples in your post, I was just wondering what more I could learn without the uncertainty of truthfulness provided by Google. Thanks!

Hey! So yes I can absolutely list behaviors I look for when I'm assessing if a dog has anxiety(and I can go into cats a bit from foster/rescue experience but I haven't been 'trained' on them so it's much more circumstantial).

The short answer is that if your dog seems anxious, that's not a feature it's a bug and you should address it. Even if it seems like it's just their personality - that usually means they're an anxious dog and need help, not that the behavior should be ignored or can't be changed.

Also, I approach dog training from a 'dog problem' perspective rather than a 'people problem' perspective. I am not focused on if the behavior being exhibited is a behavioral problem *for the owner* - I am focused on what that behavior tells me about the dog's emotional state.

But first! Two disclaimers:

1) 100% of dogs will show some of these behaviors in varying degrees. Just because your dog does one or two things on this list at a low degree doesn't mean they're about to have a breakdown. If you think your dog might be anxious enough to need training based on this list, consult a trainer in person. While I am a dog trainer, this isn't meant to be a self-diagnosis thing. Lay-people are notoriously bad at determining how bad dog anxiety is, and a trained professional may very well pick up on things you aren't seeing or be able to explain what's going on.

2) You'll notice some of these things are behaviors people commonly think are 'play' or 'affection' or 'the dog being high energy' or 'because of the breed' - and yes! Yes. My whole point in most of my other posts has been that we have desensitized ourselves to just how anxious our dogs are, right up until they bite someone. Again, if you see a dog exhibiting a number of these behaviors, the best thing is to consult a trainer - in person! <3

Also, below a cut bc this is just ridiculously long

So! there is sort of a hierarchy of dog behaviors. First are the lowest levels of behavioral problems. These are the ones that most dogs exhibit in one form or another. Just like all people exhibit anxiety sometimes, so do all dogs and it's really to what extent those behaviors tell us about quality of life rather than their simple presence. The second level is more acute behaviors - these are ones that may or may not require training but you should absolutely note if you see your dog displaying them. Third category is dogs who have already gone way past what we would consider a 'normal' threshhold for behavior. If your dog is doing these things you need a professional. Full Stop.

For lower level behaviors what I might do is take stock of how many and how intense behaviors are. If your dog is showing, say, 1-2 low level behaviors constantly I might recommend seeing a trainer but wouldn't push it, but if they're showing 1-2 mid level behaviors as well, or like the whole list of low level behaviors, I would absolutely recommend talking to a trainer.

Low level behaviors commonly associated with anxiety:

- 'Stickiness', needy/pushy behavior(dogs who follow you from room to room or climb on you, invade your personal space habitually) - Mouthiness (they consistently go for your hands/arms instead of a toy when playing, or like to chew/lick people habitually) - Putting paws on people/lacking boundaries (like, if your dog wants you to play with it, and puts their paws on you to let you know, or if your dog consistently wants to sit on you) - Taking high value items and running away with them (low level resource guarding), or turning away from you with a high value item/growling/freezing - Being unable to settle (mild pacing, moves from room to room often, rarely sleeps deeply) - the LACK of deep sleep (you rarely see your dog 'dreaming') - Mild leash pulling - 'Snapping' food up rather than taking it gently - Lip-licking, continuous panting, 'freezing' at stimulus - Whining - Moderate vocalizations (barking, howling, etc) Mid-level Anxiety:

- Habitually jumping on people - Rushing at people or through doors/openings - Consistent pulling on leash - Reactive barking (at cars, bikes, other dogs, people, etc) - Uncontrollable 'Zoomie' behavior (will not stop if asked, may bump into people or other dogs) - Compulsive behaviors (digging, chewing, licking, drinking all the water in a bowl, etc) - Pacing/needing a high level of exercise every day, or immediately getting up if you move - Destructive behavior (rips up every toy they're given, chews shoes or other items consistently) - Resource guarding (bears teeth, snaps but doesn't make contact, takes items and hides them habitually) - Hard biting/inappropriate strength while playing, or entering a fight they don't have a part in Starting fights with other dogs over minor infractions (has my toy, was in my way, stepped on me while I was sleeping) - Inability/Unwillingness to take food (yes, this means if your dog is a habitual ‘picky eater’ that can be a symptom of anxiety. I said what I said.)

High-Level Anxiety:

- Overt aggression (lip-snarling while barking, 'hard' barking, biting, pinning, etc) - Starting fights with other dogs who are not interacting with them(going across a room to start a fight, immediately starting a fight upon eye-sight, etc) - hard pulling on leash/darting on leash - Compulsive behavior to the point of self injury - Intense resource guarding to the point it is a danger to interact with them - ‘Starvation’ or lack of ability to eat consistently

Also, because this tends to be really helpful for people, here's a small, non-exhaustive list of dog body-language signals that I look for when I'm assessing a dog's anxiety level:

- 'Looseness' - is the dog's back bending as it moves or is it tense along its topline. This is the number one thing I look for. If a dog has a tight topline, something is bothering them and usually, this is the clearest and most common indicator a dog will give. - Tail level - tucked, low, level, high - Ear level - floppy, back, neutral, forward, uneven, pointed) - Lips - Tight, loose, 'smiling', closed - Body balance (are they leaning forward, neutral, or leaning back/away from the stimulus) - Tail wagging if concentrated from mid to top of the tail (base stiff) (YES this can be a sign the dog is anxious NO it is not just because they're happy) - Presence of 'calming signals' - whole body shaking(wet dog shake), sighing, yawning, stretching - Body position (laying down, belly up, freezing in place, crouching/tucking, etc) - Eyes (hard, soft, wall eye, wide, fixed, moving, staring)

And finally, I do wanna plug the guy who taught me a lot of what I know because he is GREAT and his website has some really cool articles and podcasts - and I can actually recommend his youtube channel as well because most of it is just 'this is why we do what we do' rather than how-tos.

https://www.markmccabe.com/ https://www.markmccabe.com/blog/ (I particularly recommend What do Grade Schools and Mountains have to do with dog training? and Is your dog an optimist?) Youtube channel And now cats! So, cats at their core are similar, but their behaviors will differ slightly. Also again I'll reiterate that while I've had cats all my life and have worked with them extensively I have not received any formal training. So, where a lot of dog behaviors are focused on the person, cat behaviors will often be focused on their environment or other animals. Because we don’t train cats that ‘human means things happen’ they are less likely to connect a human with their unfulfilled need. (So, instead of a dog feeling anxious and going ‘must find/interact with/annoy human’, a cat will feel anxious and go ‘how can I fuck something up. anything it doesnt matter it just has to be something someone loves’). Low level behaviors - ‘sudden’ activity/reactive to loud noises (if you get up and they do, if they consistently hide at a certain noise, etc) - consistently pushing things off surfaces or other ‘attention seeking’ behaviors - ‘Scarfing’ food or eating and then vomitting - Stalking or consistent following of you or other animals

Mid-level behaviors

- Litter box guarding (will 'wait' outside the box while another cat is using it and may start a fight - agitation when being pet or touched - loss of appetite - anti-social behavior(hiding, hissing, etc) - swatting with claws extended - ‘Pouncing’ or stalking behavior that may escalate

High level behaviors

- Starting fights with animals who are not interacting with them - Peeing/pooping outside the litter box - Biting and breaking skin - unprovoked attacks that cause injury

As with dogs, one or two of these things doesn’t mean 100% your cat has an anxiety problem, but these are all indicators that something might be causing your cat stress and that should be addressed.

#dogs #dog training #milo answers #again please whilst i am a professional please do not use this to diagnose your dog with anxiety and if you DO think your dog has anxiety #for the love of god please talk to a trainer about it

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ressyfaerie · 3 years ago

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Request: (this one would be sad/difficult possibly?) Tyson wonders why Kai never joins the team for meals or why he's barely seen him eat for that matter. Tyson does his best even though he doesn't understand his friend's hidden struggle

I love this headcanon because I’ve thought of it before! And as someone who struggles with eating due to trauma/anxiety this might come off as a bit too real! I’ll be putting it into a readmore due to covering such a sensitive topic! :)

“Hey, man, why don’t you ever eat?”

Kai eyed Tyson, he took a slow sip out of a water bottle, “what a weird question to ask someone randomly.”

Tyson shuffled his feet, the sound echoed in the kitchen, “I’m just wondering, you never seem to stay for dinner with the team when I invite you… And I’ve barely seen you eat, even when we were traveling together.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. I have my health under control.”

Tyson narrowed his eyes, “do you though?”

Kai gave him a tough look, and nodded slowly.

Little did Kai know this wasn’t a casual question, it was a question Tyson had prepared to ask for weeks, no—more like months.

He would be getting an answer out of Kai today, even if he had to force one.

“So what have you eaten today, Kai?”

Kai shook his head, “don’t, Tyson.”

“Don’t what?”

“Play that game with me. I won’t play.”

“So you haven’t eaten anything then?”

“Not yet.” Kai rolled his eyes, then surveyed the room looking for a quick way out.

Tyson’s jaw hung open, “it’s almost four Kai?!”

Tyson looked his friend over, he had lost a bit more weight. He had noticed over the years the more stressed Kai was the skinnier he got. Joining the prep school was the worst. He gained his muscles back when they fought BEGA, but his body type stayed similar. He was more than worried about Kai. He was almost out of his teens so this was the most important time to be eating, but Kai didn’t seem to care.

“I can make you dinner tonight.”

Tyson gave him a warm comforting grin, but to Kai it felt like a trap.

He dropped the bottle he had on the table, “no thanks.” He turned towards the door.

“No,” Tyson had slithered his way across the room and sandwiched himself between Kai and the exit, “I’m not letting you off that easy.”

“What do you want from me?” Kai raised his voice on purpose, trying to scare his friend into dropping the subject.

“Do you have an eating disorder?”

The question was so casual, Kai felt the ground move beneath him—or maybe that was the lack of food.

Tyson’s vibe changed from comforting to serious, “sit down, you look pale.”

To his surprise, Kai lowered himself to the nearest seat at the table.

“If you’re not going to eat…” Tyson made his way to the fridge, opening it and staring at the contents. “I can at least make you drink. You want juice, tea, coffee?”

“No thanks.”

Tyson glare felt like a hundred daggers.

“It’ll feel gross on an empty stomach.” Kai admitted glumly.

“So,” Tyson closed the door. He watched his friend who was staring into the old oak table. Tyson’s voice rang with concern, “why don’t you eat?”

Kai took a deep breath. He knew he needed help, and he did realize, it was time.

“It’s not that I don’t want to eat.” Kai’s fingers found a paper napkin, he folded the corners, and continued, “it’s that I can’t.”

“Why?”

“My relationship with food is complicated…”

Tyson made his way closer, he put a hand on a chair, and another on Kai’s shoulder, “you can tell me anything.”

Kai didn’t look at him, but it did comfort him.

“I can never tell what food is going to… turn me off.” He folded the napkin in half and exhaled. “I’m not just a picky eater.”

Tyson gently rubbed his thumb along his shoulder.

“Some tastes and textures remind me of the abbey. I get so nauseous I can’t eat. I don’t want to be that person that orders a meal at a restaurant and doesn’t eat it. So—”

“You don’t eat?” Tyson’s body pulsed with worry, exactly what Kai didn’t want.

“No, I just don’t eat in front of you guys. I’d rather not have it pointed out.”

“Aah.” Tyson hummed now finally understanding, “what can you eat?”

“A lot of things. It’s more the... not knowing. The same food will be fine one day, and not the next. I’m generally fine with Japanese food.”

“What’s your most disliked food?”

Without missing a beat, “chicken and rice.” Kai responded.

Tyson wondered why the most basic food would turn him off, “why?”

“In the abbey…” Kai paused, mentally preparing himself before continuing. “Some days we wouldn’t eat at all. Too busy training. Sometimes… They would try to bulk us up. Chicken and rice wasn’t expensive, easy to make, and high in protein—apparently. We would eat it for days at a time, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Eventually I could barely swallow it. Just the thought of it now—”

Kai’s face was so pale Tyson thought he was going to be sick.

Tyson quickly wrapped his arms around his neck. Embracing him tightly.

“Tyson!?” Kai’s previous thoughts were interrupted, all according to Tyson’s plan.

“I’m going to make you food tonight. Can I? You don’t have to eat anything. But at least… try?”

“Now that you know… I don’t see why not.” Kai lightly patted his arm, “can you get off me now please?”

A few hours later Tyson had made a spread. Kai was unaware he had such cooking skill.

“It looks great, Tyson.”

Kai’s smile was all Tyson needed in the world, he returned it wholeheartedly.

Kai began to dig in, Tyson had never seen him eat so vigorously.

“You really do like this food?”

Kai stopped for a moment, “the few times I’ve had your grandpa’s food I’ve enjoyed it, this is really good.”

Tyson ate as well, they discussed the day, training, and other team gossip.

Kai dug into a new plate, smiling. He popped a piece of something in his mouth and chewed excitedly, slowly chewing, then a hard swallow, he put his utensils down beside his plate.

“You alright?”

“Fine.” Kai gave him a fake grin in response.

“It wasn’t good?”

“No, it was fine!”

“It’s okay, Kai.” Tyson reached across the table to comfort him by holding his hand lightly.

Kai gulped, this touch of friendship was foreign.

Tyson’s smooth words convinced him again… “You can stop if you need to, but I’m so so proud of you.”

Kai didn’t have words to say back.

“Hey…” Tyson tilted his head slightly, “can we do this again?”

Kai’s face twisted into a smile, the kind Tyson always orchestrated.

“Absolutely.”

#tw eating disorder #ressyfaerie #ressyfaerie fics #request #sorta tyka but not really

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a-bts-world · 4 years ago

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Fake dating II part 5 II Wong Yukhei

Pairing: fashion designer ! Yukhei x florist ! reader

warnings: none

see masterlist for previous chapters

It has been a few weeks since you attended the dinner with Kun. Ever since then you and Lucas had been texting and calling almost every day. Even hanging out a few times. Today however, you can’t. You have been busy working and will be busy working, today until closing time. Your boss is getting older every day, which is why she can’t work whole shifts anymore. So you’ve been starting to take over more shifts, today is one of those days that you took over her morning shifts, which means you work the whole day. Which probably isn’t too bad, because it keeps your mind off of Yukhei. Ever since the two of you have been texting more, you noticed it has been hard to remind yourself that the two of you aren’t dating. That it’s all a façade, to keep a good image. Of course, you don’t hate each other, but it’s not like Yukhei actually likes you as more than a friend. But that is good enough, you rather have him in your life as a friend than not have him in your life. However you would never tell him that, it would boost his ego way to much and he wouldn’t be able to shut up about it.

‘Hello, This is y/n speaking. How can I help you?’ you answer the phone of your workplace.

‘Hello y/n, this is Yukhei. I would like to pick up a bouquet later this evening. Could you make something special for me? And is it okay if I pick it up just after closing time, I am not able to make it there earlier,’ Yukhei asks you and you just sigh. He takes advantages of knowing you a bit too easy sometimes. He always asks if he can get his order just after closing time, and you always let him. This time being not different. You do ask him for what kind of event the bouquet is. ‘Well, I’m asking this girl out on a date, but I am scared she’ll say no. So it should be really pretty, to convinces here a bit more,’ He answers your question. The moment he talks about asking out another girl you almost drop the phone. You didn’t expect him to talk about this so easily to you. You weren’t this close yet, or at least you thought so.

‘Yeah, no problem. I will make it really pretty,’ you answer softly and say goodbye. Hanging up the phone, you immediately start working on the bouquet. You should support him and make the best bouquet you’ve ever made. For the rest of the day you work on the bouquet in between helping other costumers in the shop.

When it’s five minutes to closing time you hear the door opening once again. Expecting it to be another costumer you greet them, while keeping your eyes on the bouquet. You quickly finish the last piece of Yukhei’s bouquet, then helping the costumer in the shop. ‘How can I help you?’ you ask nicely looking for the costumer. Suddenly you notices him in the back of the shop.

‘Yeah I called for a bouquet,’ he tells you and you just smile. Yukhei was on time for once.

‘Yes, I remember. Please follow me,’ you say walking back towards the counter where you just were. You grab the bouquet and hand it to him. ‘here, I hope you think it’s good enough. I worked hard on it.’

‘it looks perfect. Thank you!’ he says and hugs you after taking the bouquet from you. You just thank him and ask him to pay. Which he does. ‘Hey, shall I take you home? That way you don’t have to take the bus?’ He then asks. You nicely reject him, he was supposed to go to this girl the ask her out. The bouquet will be less pretty if he doesn’t go immediately, so you tell him that. ‘No problem! Your house is on the way,’ he tells you and that’s when you can’t refuse anymore. So after quickly cleaning the shop, the two of you head to his car. He drives you home.

When you arrive at your apartment building, Yukhei also gets out of the car. ‘Yukhei, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be asking that girl out?,’ you question him confused. He just laughs as he closes the car door and jogs to the otherside of the car, to you.

‘I am,’ he says and holds the bouquet out to you. You don’t understand him. He should be leaving right now for this girl. Why is holding the bouquet out to you, does he not like it? ‘I mean, I am asking you out on a date,’ he clarifies his movements. You just shake your head in disbelieve. ‘y/n, I know we started out fake dating because of Ten. I also know we didn’t talk much after that, but after you went to the dinner Kun organized, just because I asked I was happy. I also know that may be difficult for you what was fake and what was real. But please know, that I meant everything I said. So y/n will you please go on a real date with me?’ You are still in shock, unable to answer his question, so you just hug him and press a kiss on his cheek. ‘I take that as a yes,’ he smiles and presses his lips on yours.

It is a week later, the day of the first real date. Ten is at your house right now, helping you pick out your outfit. ‘Did he tell you what you were going to do? Do you even know anything about the date? What if he just ends up taking you to his house and expects you to sleep with him. What if-‘

‘Ten shut up, you introduced him to me. Telling me he was a good guy,’ you interrupt your friend while he was being overprotective. Ten just sighs and then nods. ‘See, you know I’m right. Now help me with my outfit. He told me we would go and eat dinner and afterwards he wanted to take me to a lookout point. So get me an outfit that fits this date, please.’ You tell him with nerves in your voice. Ten ignores the quivering of your voice and opens your wardrobe. His eyes scrolling through every item you own.

‘this. This is it.’ He tells you and holds up a flowy sundress. ‘wear the black heels you wore to my birthday, the necklace from your mother and take this bag,’ he tells you while grabbing a small brown leather bag. He throws the outfit at you as a sign you should get dressed, so that is what you do. When you are dressed you enter the room and ten holds up his thumbs, a sign that he approves of your outfit.

‘Now please help me with my hair, what should I do? Should I curl it, should I leave it natural? And what about my make-up?’ you ask stressed out. Ten sits you down on the chair in front of your mirror and brushes your hair to calm you down.

‘I think you should leave your hair natural, maybe braid it or put it up. But curling it seems like you invested way too much time into it. About your make-up, I think you should keep it natural as well,’ Ten advises you, while still brushing your hair. You get started on your make-up, knowing Ten will take care of your hair.

It’s 5 minutes to six, Yukhei is supposed to be here at six. So you have five minutes left to grab everything you need. You still need to put your shoes on and fill your bag with all your necessities and belongings. When you are putting on your shoes you get a text from Yukhei saying he is here. So you leave your house and make your way towards Yukhei his car.

When you arrive at the restaurant you are in awe. You didn’t expect such a nice restaurant as your guys’ first date. You know Yukhei wouldn’t go to anything bad, but anything that looks as nice as the restaurant in front of you is not something you expected. Yukhei walks towards the entrance with his hand in yours. ‘Hello, I made a reservation for two. Under the name Wong Yukhei,’ He tells the lady at the front of the restaurant. The lady looks for his name and then takes the two of you towards a table for two. After sitting down and ordering a drink, you get time to talk to Yukhei a bit more.

‘So how is your fashion line going? Is Kun investing in your company or is it not possible?’ you ask Yukhei trying to take an interest in his life. Even though you know the answer already, he had told it during a call last week. Sadly Kun wasn’t able to invest, but he did know someone else that may be able to invest. That is also what Yukhei tells you after you asked him. ‘Oh I remember. I forget about the uncertainty that the other person would bring, but I hope he can invest so you can finally start working on your passion,’ you tell him, hoping to comfort Yukhei.

‘Yeah, I hope it works out as well. If not I will need to ask for more working hours at the company, because the working hours I have now, don’t cover everything anymore,’ Yukhei confides to you and you can just nod. You know how it is to be careful about every spending, and living from monthly pay check to monthly pay check. You just hope he doesn’t have to experience the same things you had.

‘I hope it works out for you as well,’ you tell him while smiling. After that your focus goes back to the menu in front of you. ‘what are you going to choose?’ you ask Yukhei, unable to decide what you want to eat, hoping that maybe his decision would help you. But the dark haired boy tells you that he doesn’t know what to order. The both of you talk about what you would like to order for a bit longer until the waitress comes back to your table.

‘Do you guys know what you would like to have?’ she asks.

‘Well, we actually couldn’t choose. So we would like to take something you or the chef recommends. However, we would like two different dishes,’ Yukhei tells the waitress his plan. And you just look at him in disbelief, this isn’t what you decided on. The dark haired boy just shrugs his shoulders and smiles back to you. The lady already went back to the kitchen, probably telling your order to the chef. While waiting for your food, you and Yukhei talk more and get to know even more about each other.

After the dinner, which was surprisingly good. You wouldn’t call yourself a picky eater, but there are a few things you absolutely hate in your food. Even though those foods are used in most dishes. So just ordering something random isn’t really your style. However, the dishes that were given to the two of you, somehow didn’t include those foods. So you could eat the dishes without a problem. The two of you are now back in Yukhei’s car, almost at the spot he wanted to show you.

‘So I wanted to show you this spot, because it’s the place where I go to if I need a clear mind. Whether it be for a new design, or because I have a lot of thoughts, I just like the calm and view you get from here. So I was hoping to show you this part of me as well. Since you already know the parts that my friends know,’ Yukhei confides to you. You can’t say anything because you have reached the viewing point and it is beautiful. You have never seen anything like it, the city looks so small like this. Yukhei then gets out of the car and jogs to your side of the car. ‘My lady,’ he smiles as he opens the door.

‘thank you,’ you smile. The two of you walk towards the edge of the viewing point. There you are able to see the city even better. With the city lights shining in the dark it looks really pretty. You would never believe your fake date to the high school reunion would turn out this way. Yukhei is way too good for you, someone who looks out for his friends. Someone who doesn’t give up on his dream, while being responsible at the same time. Someone who makes you very happy. ‘Thank you,’ you mutter once again.

‘why and for what, I didn’t do anything?’

‘You did, you were there for me when I needed someone during the high school reunion. You showed me the bullying didn’t affect me. Because of you I learned that it doesn’t matter what money I make as long as I do something I love, just like you. So thank you for everything. Thank you for making me a better me. But most of all, thank you for showing me that someone could like me,’ you tell Yukhei while looking at the view. Too scared of seeing his reaction to your confession. Suddenly you feel Yukhei’s hand on your cheek, he turns your head so that you look at him. You stare in each other’s eyes, but don’t say anything. And when he moves his head closer to yours, it feels like everything happens in slow motion. As the dark haired boy comes closer you close your eyes and after what feels like eternity, you feel his lips on yours.

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jungkookiebus · 5 years ago

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The Gourmet | kth

Genre: Tokyo Ghoul!au x angst x smut Pairing: Gourmet!Taehyung x reader Word Count: 3k Rating: 18+ Warnings: VIOLENCE, if you know anything about Tokyo Ghoul it is dark as HECK, major character death, mentions of drugs and alcohol, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, like I said MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, a ghoul’s gotta eat Author’s Note: I know the Gourmet is a character, but I’m using it as a group of ghouls because Tae is a classy fellow who is picky about what he eats. Also, the story starts from the reader’s POV, but quickly changes to Tae’s.

Losing your life was not how you expected your night to end. Yet, here you were, amidst the satin sheets, blood seeping into the fabric as your body grew weaker. He hovered over you, scleras solid black, and his pupils blood red. His smile was menacing, so different from how the night started. But that was neither here nor there now; your life was over as it was.

“There’s a Gourmet in the 20th ward.”

The investigator was looking over his research as he informed his partner who stood at his side, watching him sift through his papers.

“How do you know?”

“Unlike a Binge Eater, Gourmets tend to be more…selective. Sometimes, their prey has something in common, sometimes it’s a little harder to tell.”

“So, what does this one like?”

“We haven’t figured that part out yet. None of the victims have anything in common. None were abducted from the same place. Looks, blood type, nothing was the same.”

“Then how do we know it’s a Gourmet?”

“Because we’ve tried to set up bait at the various locations the victims went missing from, assuming they go to the same places twice.”

“So…how do we catch them?”

The investigator’s lips pursed together as he laid his palms on the table, eyes moving quickly over his notes and maps. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

The bass of the music pumped through the club, vibrating up through your feet and making your chest feel tight as you stood too close to the speakers. You moved closer towards the middle of the dance floor as you downed your drink. Sweaty bodies moved against you, but it didn’t matter because you mixed drugs and alcohol tonight. The ecstasy you took earlier was kicking in and you were feeling a rush of euphoria as the music moved through you. Much like you, everyone around you was drunk, high, or both.

The 20th ward was known for being “docile” so when you went out, you didn’t feel the need to worry. An investigator hadn’t been killed in the ward for ten years. Tonight would be no different from all the others, but little did you know, a certain ghoul had his eye on you.

He stood across the room, leaned against the bar with an undrunk drink in his hand. His dark hair fell over his eyes, curtaining them as he watched you dance. You moved so lithely amongst the crowd, all alone, and totally in your element.

He could smell you from here. Sweet yet savory, your blood called to him despite the drugs and alcohol running through your veins. You glowed, highlighted amongst the other bodies and his eyes followed you deftly as you moved. You stumbled slightly, catching yourself on the back of someone else before righting yourself and dancing some more. He sat the glass down on the bar, not a drop missing, and moved through the throng. The crowd parted for him subconsciously, his mere presence seemed to move them to the side. He was a good head taller than everyone else, but you didn’t see him as he approached. Your scent became stronger in his nose the closer he got, and he inhaled deeply as he reached you.

Strawberries and cream, if he liked those kind of things, freshly sown soil, and the heat of a summer day is the scent that had assaulted his senses for weeks. He had watched you, walking to and from work, to school, and this club. Silly girl had a routine, not that he couldn’t find you by smell alone. His skin tingled, he was on edge, and turned on; turned on by your smell as his mouth salivated. He had starved himself for you and he wasn’t going to let any of it go to waste.

You moved like you were in water, the drugs kicking in, and you seemed to be on a positive high. A smile graced your lips and your eyes remained closed as he reached out and plucked the cup from your hand. Your dopey smile grew a little wider as you looked at him. Perfect. He had you right where he wanted you. Casually, he dropped the plastic cup to the floor to fall amongst the other litter as he wrapped an arm around your waist, drawing you in closer. Your scent was so strong in his nose now that he had to close his eyes. He breathed deeply through his nose, trying to settle the vibration running through him, willing them not to change color. He was so hungry, but he wanted to bide his time, play with his food if you will.

“I’ve been watching you.” He tried to keep his voice as low as possible, but loud enough to hear over the music as he brought his lips to your ear.

You giggled. How cute.

“Is that so?” You lazily brought your arms up to drape them around his neck and he pulled you in even closer, almost chest to chest.

He began to move with you, swaying to the rhythm since you didn’t dance with much direction anyway. He was watching your face intently now, watching the way the flashing lights highlighted your cheekbones, and the way your hooded eyes inspected him with little to no fear. Your confidence would be your undoing. You were beautiful, but beauty wouldn’t save you. He was here for something else and he was set on getting it. He had waited for long enough.

“What’s your name?” you slurred. You linked your hands behind his neck, and he felt the warmth of your skin at his nape and goosebumps rose up his arms.

He smiled with no teeth. He was the master of charm and he intended to use it for all it was worth.

“Taehyung,” he said smoothly.

You repeated his name slowly, letting it roll around in your mouth. The way you said it sounded sweeter than he expected, and it lit a fire within him. He pulled you even closer and your eyes grew wide in surprise at the unspoken understanding. Your lips formed an O as you stared directly into his eyes, knowing what he wanted. He moved his hands to your lower back, feeling the dampness of your shirt as sweat rolled down your back. Oh, how he was going to love tearing you apart, in more ways than one.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” It was a question, but it was laced with a tone that said he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He never had to ask twice.

You seemed to ponder the question as your eyes fluttered upwards towards the ceiling, making him wait for a few seconds before answering.

“What’s in it for me?”

“My company.”

It didn’t take much to convince you to leave with him. Humans were always so gullible, and his allure drew them in, ensnared them, and he let it drip like honey to keep them there. You moved along the city streets beside him, moving in tandem despite your clear intoxication. The shit humans poured into their bodies didn’t mar the taste as much as one would think. What was at the core of a human was what he was after, the life inside of them, and the way he could easily snuff it out. He always took them home. It wasn’t like they would live to tell anyone where he lived.

His lodgings were lavish, a way to get them to trust him. How could a well dressed man in the 20th ward ever be dangerous? Little did they know, his home was but an illusion of safety. He smiled at you sweetly as he led you by the hand down his shiny white hallway. Clean, his home was always so clean and stark white. If he were threatening there would be signs right? Of course, but none that you would see until it was too late.

“Come on, baby, don’t dawdle. I want to taste you.” They never needed to know the truth behind his words. He could say whatever he wanted, and they would be putty in his hands.

You giggled as you staggered behind him, clutching to his hand like a lifeline. He led you into his room, it was just as white as the rest of his house. He prided himself on how well he cleaned up. He spun around, cupping your jaw, and immediately kissed you. You sighed and moaned as your lips parted, allowing his tongue past your lips. His head swam with the taste. His eyes rolled back as the strong liquor danced on his taste buds and your unique taste mixed with his. He was in for a treat tonight. You let him under the hem of your shirt easily as he dropped his hands to your waist, lips never leaving yours. His fingers skated your warm skin and he felt you tense with excitement under his touch.

“Please,” you whispered against his lips.

He smiled. He always loved when his meal begged.

“Please what?” he whispered back. His fingers barely touched you as he moved upwards, his fingertips now at the skin under your bra.

“Touch me more.”

“As you wish.”

He moved away, pulled his hands back out of your shirt to grab the bottom and pulled it upwards. You complied easily, letting him unclothe you fully. You were his and his alone for tonight and for the rest of his life. Each time he ate, he kept a little piece of them in his heart. He only had feelings for those he wanted to devour, remembering his victims, their taste, their touch, their screams…But for now, he wanted to have his way with you before doing what he brought you here for. He moved you to the bed, letting you fall on your back, supple skin framed by the white fabric. You were on display for him and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. He grabbed your waist and pushed you further upwards until your whole body was on the bed. You giggled sweetly as his fingers skated up your calves, over the tops of your supple thighs before grasping the soft flesh of the insides in his hands. He drew his lip between his teeth, biting down to stop himself from taking a bite right now. He wasn’t ready yet. There were other things he needed to taste before he got what he wanted. He pushed your thighs apart. You were already wet for him, laid out like a feast. You moaned and his eyes flitted to your face. Yours were closed as you pushed your head back into the mattress, hands moving along your own skin until they found your breasts, squeezing tightly as he situated himself between your legs on his stomach. He spread you with his hands, watched the way you dripped so delectably for him. This was always an appetizer of sorts before getting to his main meal. Man or woman, it didn’t matter; if the smell or taste drew him in, his body was theirs for the taking moments before their lives ended. He boldly licked up your center and the taste were just as good, just as delicate as he imagined. This was the closest he got to real food, tasting the skin and essence of another. You were sweet on his tongue, gushing lightly as he dipped it inside. You moaned again, hips shifting slightly on the bed as he delved a little deeper. He kept his hands firm on your thighs, feeling you tense and move beneath him. He got harder the more you moaned, the more he tasted you, and the more he thought of what was to come. He rutted into the sheets, wanting to feel the littlest bit of friction against his cock. He twisted his tongue inside of you, eliciting a longer moan this time and he felt your touch in his hair. Moaning, he flicked his tongue upwards through your folds until he was sloppily moving it over your clit. Your fingers dug a little deeper into his hair and he relished the slight burn at his scalp. Breaking you apart was going to be enjoyable. He pushed his hands under your thighs, wrapped his arms around them so he could bury his face even deeper in your cunt. You cried out as he fully focused on your clit now. He wanted to feel you cum around his tongue before he moved any further. His cock was so hard it hurt, but the friction of his pants was giving him some relief. With his fingernails digging harshly into your thighs, he ate you out with fervor as he grew more impatient. His hunger rose inside of him the more he tasted you and he was eager for more. You came hard on his tongue, back arched off the bed. He moaned loudly as the taste of you flooded him. This was the closest to being high he would ever be able to get, and he lived for these moments, sometimes going weeks to months between feedings so the taste and feeling would be intensified. You sobbed out his name as your thighs clenched hard around his head, but he was too busy tasting as much of you as he could to notice. Sloppily, he pulled away, letting your juices coat his lips and chin as he dragged his bottom lip against your full pubic hair, now coated with your cum. He loosened his grip as he sat up, kissing your stomach slowly. He spread the cum on his face across your skin as his heated lips moved upwards. His cock strained hard against his pants as he tried to remain focused on his task at hand. He wanted to be buried so deep inside of you that he forgot his own name, and soon, he was going to be so high from the hunt that that would likely happen. He bit the underside of your breast lightly, drawing just the smallest amount of blood, but enough to have him almost feral. You tasted better than he had ever imagined you to; the smell of you hadn’t prepared him for this. He momentarily thought of keeping you around as a pet but thought against it. They never worked out anyway. His bloodlust and hunger always won out in the end. You barely noticed as you were lost in your own pleasure as he licked the blood away from your skin. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, letting some of the blood coat it before licking it off like a child enjoying a popsicle on a summer day. This was a meal he wasn’t going to forget for a long time. He almost felt sad knowing what was going to happen; not for you of course, only for himself, always for himself. He was as selfish as they came. Gourmets only ever thought of themselves, the rush of finding something so precious, and the act of snuffing out a life. Humans hated and hunted ghouls anyway, so why should he spare them any sympathy?

Your eyes remained closed as the drugs and alcohol still ran through your system. He knew you were focused on the situation, not him. That was all fine and good because as he felt the hunger rise, his outward appearance changed. The chocolate brown of his irises was now red, he saw that much in the mirror behind his bed. He felt a sadistic rush watching himself change as he fucked one of his victims.

He sat up, kneeling between your legs as he undid the button and zipper of his pants. You were still too lost post orgasm to focus on him at all as he removed his clothing. Crawling back over you, he hovered just above you, looking at your unmarred skin, just waiting for him to sink his teeth into it. He dipped down, kissing your neck hotly, hand at your throat while the other gripped the base of his cock. He moved his hand a little, pumping himself as his lips found yours again. He kissed you deeply as he pleasured himself. Precum leaked from the tip and he gathered what he could and spread it on himself. The combined taste of your cum and blood had his head swimming. He moved to bury his face into your neck, inhaling deeply as he buried his cock inside of you. You cried out, hands scaling his back, fingernails digging deliciously into his skin. He always liked a little pain with his pleasure when he fed. Your cunt swallowed him perfectly as you took him balls deep. Your legs were around his waist as he began to move. The wetness of you seeped around him as he thrust, and the sound was lewd; he was concupiscent. He almost couldn’t stand it as your silky warmth brought him closer and closer to the edge.

The closer he got, the more he was giving in to his desires. His grip on your throat tightened as his kagune burst forth from his shoulder blade, twirling around his arm. Before the red, hard biological weapon’s tip could reach you, he released his grip on your throat and raised his arm as the kagune sharpened to a point. He looked up and into the mirror, hips never stilling, and he watched himself for a second, red eyes staring back at him. His kagune was heavy and menacing but you had yet to open your eyes, so for a moment, he had all of this to himself. He closed his eyes, head falling back as he came dangerously close to coming. Your moans grew in volume as his cock drove into you, but your pleasure was far from his mind now; a different end was coming for you. His balls tightened as he became sloppy, focusing now on what he was about to do. This is what he had waited for, for weeks, this moment, and soon he was going to have his fill in more ways than one. He opened his eyes as he came, cum spilling inside of you and for a brief second, he looked at himself before plunging the point of the kagune into your chest.

Your eyes flew open in shock, not quite registering what had happened yet. He looked down to see pain and confusion written across your features. The release of death would come for you soon, but for now he would relish this moment. He leaned down closer, breathing in the scent of your blood as it seeped across your chest and onto his white sheets. Running his tongue along your skin he moaned as he swallowed.

“You taste just as sweet as you smell.”

His eyes glowed in the darkness as your blood hit his system. He knew you were worth the wait. Leaning down again he bit into your shoulder, but you didn’t move. You were already gone, already his.

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imaginejamesandsirius · 4 years ago

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I love the way you write James and Sirius so much. I was wondering if you could write a soulmate au where you see bits and pieces of your soulmate in your dreams (fav color, hear their laugh, see things they like, etc) and James is pretty sure Sirius is his soulmate but isn’t completely sure. If not, don’t worry about it but if you can, thank you!💕💕

Soulmate dreams were different from regular dreams. Regular dreams were weird, often nonsensical, and evaporated the next day after being awake for long enough. Soulmate dreams lingered. There was still a dreamlike quality to soulmate visions that couldn't be shaken, but they were more memorable than normal dreams. Soulmate dreams were weird for a lot of reasons, but mostly it was because they were so random. You never knew what you were going to get from one or why. Sometimes it was stuff they saw or were thinking about, and other times it was them.

For example, James knew that his soulmate had hair that went down at least to their chin, probably a little bit longer. He knew that because that day at Hogwarts, they'd been playing with their hair, and that night, he dreamed about it. He'd been aware of the professor at the front of the classroom during the dream, but after he woke, the only detail that remained was the hair.

Obviously that was just an example of a single dream. The dreams didn't come every night, but James had been dreaming of his soulmate for his entire life. He had a few details of his soulmate and how he could identify them, but most of it was stuff that his soulmate liked.

That's why James thought that his soulmate was Sirius. Sirius had the long hair, he had a laugh that warmed James to his core, and he had deep grey eyes that James had caught glimmers of from time looking in a mirror.

Soulmate dreams never showed the full face or let your hear someone saying their name. Hearing a laugh was pretty good, as far as identifying features went. If James could actually remember how it sounded instead of the way it made him feel, he'd know for sure if it was Sirius.

Another reason that he wasn't one hundred percent about it being Sirius was that most of his soulmate dreams were about food. Sodding food. Sirius was his best mate and all, and he knew him better than anyone else in his entire life, but Sirius's appetite seemed to change based on the planet's position and how late he'd stayed up the night before. James couldn't make heads or tails of it. Sometimes, Sirius said that he couldn't stand scrambled eggs and how dare he have to smell them on an otherwise pleasant morning. Two days later, he was wolfing them down like there was no other food in existence. And he did that with everything. Shepherd's pies, treacle tarts, beans and toast, soup... everything. Absolutely everything.

So it didn't really mean anything that one night James dreamed of mashed potatoes, and the next week, he dreamed of candied plums. He tried to connect it to Sirius's eating habits, but it was no use. Half the shite James's soulmate dreamed about wasn't food that Hogwarts had, anyways.

"Hey, Sirius?" James asked. They were in the library, doing homework. History of Magic would be a lot easier to pass if the professor actually looked at them every once in a while, but it meant that when they had an essay they needed to write, they had to actually go to the library if they wanted good marks.

"I'm not done with this yet," Sirius said, assuming that James was going to ask to see the book he was currently reading.

"Not that. Just- do you know who your soulmate is?"

Surprised, Sirius glanced up at him. "Why are you asking?"

"Do you know?"

"What does it matter?"

"Why are you being so weirdly closed off about it?"

"I'm not being weirdly closed off; I'm being normal closed off, and it's because I don't think you'll like the answer you get."

"So you do know who your soulmate is," James said. There was no other reason why Sirius couldn't tell him. 'No' was an easy answer. Lots of people didn't have enough details to figure out who their soulmate was-- and even if they did have plenty of details, there was nothing they could do if they hadn't met them.

Sirius scowled at him.

"Who is it?"

"Are we really doing this?" Sirius asked. "Right here in the library? You've never asked about it before but you're going to try and squeeze if out of me while we're in public?"

"The library doesn't count as public; there's no one else in sight."

"Maybe it's not public, but it's definitely not private. Do we really want to have this blow up right here? It'll be fun-- everyone can hear it and call it a domestic."

"We're not going to have a domestic," James said, rolling his eyes. "Just tell me who your soulmate is."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

James glared at him. "Because I won't shut it and let you finish your essay otherwise."

"You won't let me finish it if I do tell you."

"I will."

"Liar," Sirius said. "You always think you'll be calm, but you never sodding are."

"When have I ever tried to claim that I'll be calm and not followed through?"

"Normally, you're calm because you don't give a shite. You'll care about this, which means you won't be calm about it."

"You're overthinking this," James said. "Unless your soulmate is buggering Snape or- it's not Snape is it?"

"Ew, no."

James relaxed again. "Then we're fine."

"Why do you even care? You haven't cared in the past six years."

"Not bothering you about it isn't the same as not caring."

"So why do you care?"

James didn't feel like admitting to something so revealing, especially when Sirius had already admitted that he knew who his soulmate was, so he shrugged.

"A shrug isn't gonna cut it, Prongs."

He hesitated. "How about this: I'll tell you why I want to know after you tell me who it is."

Sirius didn't accept right away, which was enough to make him nervous. Then he sighed. "Fine, but you don't get to freak out. We're not going to be able to finish this essay on time if you freak out."

"We've worked under tighter time constraints."

Sirius stared at him flatly.

"Fine, fine, I promise. No freaking out." If Sirius's soulmate was James, then he could just be happy-- no freaking out required. If it wasn't James, then he'd be too sad to move. He was going to sit here and mope until curfew, if that was the case. "So?" he prodded, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

"You shouldn't do that; it makes you look like your glasses are about to fall off."

With a huff, James let his face return to normal. "You're stalling."

"It's you."

"No, it's not. Do I look like I'm the one stalling?"

Sirius threw a quill at him. "You're my soulmate, you absolute arse."

"Oh." James blinked, then threw the quill back at him. "You could've told me that the first time I asked, tosser." Shaking his head at Sirius's particular brand of ridiculous, he turned back to his essay.

"That's it?" Sirius asked, so incredulous that James looked up at him again.

"Erm. Yes? I mean, obviously there's stuff I want to talk about, but I promised I'd let you finish your essay if you told me."

"Actually, I think what you promised was that you wouldn't freak out."

"I can do both."

Sirius stared at him for a long moment. "Did you already know that I was your soulmate?"

"I had my suspicions."

"How the hell did you only have suspicions? I knew it was you after we were dormmates for a week."

"Okay," James said, pointing a finger at him, "you don't get to judge me. I was only ever dreaming about food! You're so buggering weird; couldn't you have just picked two foods you liked and stuck with that? I dream about red curry, and then the next day, you refuse to eat it. Talk about mixed signals. I've been guessing at your favourite foods for sodding years."

"It's not my fault that sometimes I'm in the mood for something that stinks," Sirius muttered petulantly.

"So you're in the mood to eat it, but you refuse to because it smells bad?" James asked. He wasn't judging, but he couldn't really relate. He had a couple foods that he didn't like, but everything else was fair game. Comparatively, Sirius was the most picky eater in the world. Not that James really cared, except for the soulmate thing. "And you couldn't have explained that to me earlier?"

"I didn't realise your sanity was on the line," Sirius said dryly, but his expression was still that touch of vulnerable that he only got around James.

"My sanity is always on the line when you don't tell me things," James said, flashing him a grin that helped soothe Sirius's nerves. "Look, it won't take us that long to finish this, so let's get it done with and..."

"And?" Sirius asked, quirking a smile at him.

"Well," James said, trying to push down the warmth bubbling in him-- if he let it do its own thing, he'd never be able to focus on finishing this essay. "We can figure that out later."

The fond look on Sirius's face made it clear that he knew exactly what 'figure that out later' would end up meaning for them. They'd snog for a while, fall asleep, then wake up, snog some more, and then talk about it. That talk would probably go along the lines of 'soulmates? cool', but at least they would've done it. "Alright," Sirius said. He picked his quill back up and looked at the book he'd been reading before James interrupted him.

It would almost be like nothing had changed, except Sirius now had a faint smile on his face, and James couldn't ignore the happy butterflies in his chest if he tried. Without looking up, Sirius nudged his leg with one of his own feet. James glanced at him, and Sirius's smile widened, eyes still stuck to the page. James chuckled and turned his attention back to the essay, but he kept his leg where it was, pressed up against Sirius's.

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